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Since becoming Chat Noir, Adrien's senses had drastically improved.
He felt like he was always able to tell whenever someone was behind him now, or that he could see a lot further now than he used to be able to.
For the most part, he usually enjoyed these newly heightened senses.
Usually.
He did not enjoy them on the days where the lights felt like they were burning right into his eyes, or when the ground seemed to be swaying underneath his feet.
But the worst side effect of all had to be on those days where there was that horrible constant pain in one side of his head that made him want to yank it right off of his shoulders.
And today was one of those days.
Adrien had woken up multiple times throughout the night with an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach, one that felt like he hadn't eaten anything in several days whilst someone had twisted his insides in and out at the same time.
It wasn't an unknown feeling to him, but still one that made him want to bang his head against the wall, it hurt so much.
He didn't think he had ever been so grateful for his recently completely cleared schedule, because he didn't think he would be able to get anything done today.
“Excuse me, Sleeping Beauty! But shouldn't you usually be up by now?”
Adrien flung his face into the pillow, groaning at Plagg in response.
He couldn't even bring himself to get out of bed, he felt so horrible.
But before either him or Plagg could say or do anything else, there was someone knocking on the door, and Adrien was tempted to just throw his pillow over his head and not respond.
He was expecting it to be Nathalie, or maybe Aunt Amelie to be at the door.
So he was taken aback when the person spoke.
“Adrien? Adrien!? Are you up?”
It was Félix.
Why was Félix the one waking him up?
“You missed breakfast, and Nathalie and my mom are worried.”
Adrien blinked.
Had he really been in bed for that long?
“Plagg, hide.” He hissed quickly, covering him with the blankets.
He was just in time too, as Félix took it upon himself to fling the door open with no further warning.
“Ngh—you could have asked before barging in!” Adrien reprimanded him.
Félix just rolled his eyes in response.
“Not my fault you weren't answering.” He said with a shrug.
Adrien still had his face under the pillow, not even bothering to look at Félix.
“...Anyway, what are you doing? You never sleep in.”
Adrien really did not feel like having a conversation with Félix right now, so like the mature, sensible young man he was, he kept his face under the pillow.
“Seriously. What's wrong? You're…acting weird.”
There was a weird tone in Félix's voice, one Adrien didn't think he had ever heard before.
Somehow, it sounded like he was actually worried, like he knew something was wrong with Adrien, and like he was genuinely worried?
Somehow, it felt weird.
Ever since Félix's father had died, Adrien knew Félix hadn't been the same. Back when they were both younger, Félix had been a lot more sympathetic, and also kind. If he was still like that now, Adrien wouldn't have bat an eye at him coming to check in on him.
But now Félix was different. And even though Adrien didn't want to admit it, Félix had grown into a somewhat bitter person after his father's death. And even now when Ladybug had allowed him to keep the Peacock Miraculous, Adrien was still surprised by the fact that he was checking up on him like this.
His train of thought was cut off by Félix sitting down on his bed.
“Get out from under the pillow.”
“Ngh.”
“Seriously, Adrien. Let me look at you.”
Adrien was tempted to keep fighting and leave his head under the pillow, but he knew Félix was persistent, and wouldn't give up until he did.
So he gave in, lifting the pillow off his face.
Not without throwing it into Félix's.
However, he was just completely unphased. “Good morning to you too, my favourite cousin.”
Adrien peeked one of his eyes open, his head still too sore for both. “Why did you come up…?” He inquired, his voice sounding like he swallowed sandpaper.
All of Félix's previous confidence seemed to suddenly vanish. “...Cause my mom sent me up…”
He half-mumbled the statement, which made it obvious to Adrien that Félix was lying through his teeth.
“...Oh.”
He just decided to go along with it, since he had absolutely no energy to call him out.
“Anyway, you still haven't answered my question.”
Adrien gave him a look of utter confusion.
“What's wrong? You don't look well.”
Félix pressed his hand onto his forehead.
“...”
The idea of complaining to Félix somehow didn't feel right to Adrien.
But it was obvious that with Félix's constant persistence, he wouldn't be getting a choice.
“...My head hurts…and I just…don't feel well.”
“Right, well, what kind of headache is it?”
The confused look from earlier returned.
Félix's eyes narrowed as he looked at Adrien as if he were the dumbest guy on Earth. “What part of your head hurts?” He explained.
Now it made sense.
“Left.”
“So it's only in one side…Okay, what else hurts?”
“My eyes…and—and I feel sick…”
Félix nodded, and he looked as if he was coming to some sort of conclusion.
“Okay…That sounds like a migraine to me.”
Adrien grabbed the pillow back, ready to throw his face into it all over again.
“I—no—! Stop that!” Félix snatched it away again, tossing it behind him so Adrien couldn't reach it anymore.
He huffed, sticking his tongue at Félix.
“You're acting like a child.” He replied, getting up to go leave.
Adrien then spoke without thinking, and what he ended up saying seemed to shock both him and Félix.
“W-where are you going?”
He paused.
Why had he stuttered like that?
Why did Félix leaving somehow matter to him that much?
Félix looked at him again, looking just as perplexed as Adrien was.
It was an awkward few seconds of silence, before Félix finally broke it.
“...I'm going to get you medicine. Perhaps it'll stop your whining.”
Adrien looked offended. “I'm not whining!”
“That sure sounds like whining to me. Stay here, I'll be back soon.”
Félix's voice was so stern Adrien couldn't help but nod, staying exactly where he was just like he had asked.
It was then when Plagg, (who Adrien had almost forgotten about entirely throughout his drama with Félix.) suddenly emerged from under the blankets.
“Jeez, cranky much!?” He invited himself to a seat on Adrien's knee, his eyes piercing into Adrien's.
Adrien started eyeing up the pillow again, which was now completely accessible to him again since Félix had left.
“Um, no! You are not doing this again!” Plagg took it away before he could get to it.
“Aw come on, give it back Plagg!”
Adrien tried to grab the pillow back from Plagg, but considering he was a sickly fourteen year old boy who couldn't even see through the migraine-induced fog in his eyes, and Plagg was a who-knew-how-many years old practically mini-god, it was clear who was winning this fight.
“I'm back!”
It seemed there would have to be a tie for now.
Adrien panicked and ended up shoving Plagg back under the bed covers, and, unsure of what to do next after, ended up staring intently at Félix as he re-entered the room.
“Okay, I got some painkillers and some other—! …Why are you looking at me like that…?”
Adrien's heart started to race.
He really was terrible at hiding things.
A grin spread across his face.
“...Cause…uh…cause my head hurts! And I really, really just wanna take the painkillers…like right now, it hurts that bad.”
Adrien was literally just spouting nonsense at this point.
And that was proven by the fact that Félix was looking at him like he had grown two heads.
“...Right…Well, here you go.” Félix handed him the medicine, and then placed a mug onto the bedside table, one which Adrien hadn't even noticed he'd been holding.
“It's tea. Made you it to help swallow the pills down, and also cause it helps with nausea.”
“Oh of course you'd make tea.” Adrien remarked as he took the pills.
“Oh haha, it's because I'm British.”
Félix sounded like he was completely fed up with him.
“You're not funny.”
“To you.”
“To anyone. Here, put this on your forehead.”
Félix suddenly flung something to him, and it took Adrien a few seconds to realize that it was a cold pack, the kind people usually use for things like injuries and fevers.
“It'll help the pain from the migraine.”
Adrien smirked. “That rhymed.”
“Shut up.” Was all Félix responded with.
Adrien would have thought of something else he could use to annoy him, when out of the blue, he remembered something.
Patrol.
He had to patrol today.
Ever since she had given out the Miraculous, Ladybug had added a new system when it came to patrolling. There would only be two or three heroes at a time—and it would rotate every week depending on availability—and today, of course, had to be his turn.
Because nothing could just ever go right for Adrien.
And as if to rub salt into the wound, the two heroes he would be on patrol with were none other than Ladybug, and Argos.
Which was absolutely fantastic.
Then again, perhaps he could use it to his advantage. If Félix left to go on patrol before him, it would give him time to transform himself, meaning there was no risk of Félix finding out his identity.
“...Hey, uh, Fèlix…? Didn't you mention it's your turn to go on hero patrol today or something?”
Félix's eyes widened. “Oh gosh—you're right. I was so distracted dealing with you I almost completely forgot.”
“Don't blame it on me!”
This time his eyes rolled. “Well, I've got to go then. Just wait here and finish your tea, got it?”
Adrien nodded. “Got it.”
“Good.” The stern tone from earlier was back as Félix went to leave again. (Thankfully, this time Adrien didn't end up embarrassingly calling out to him as he did so.)
He could hear Félix from his own room; “Dusuu, spread my feathers!”
And just like that, Félix was completely gone.
Now it was time for Plagg's second reappearance.
“Okay! Next time at least warn me before shoving me like that!? Us Kwami's can hurt just as well as you humans, you know!”
Adrien looked at his ring.
Then Plagg gasped.
“Adrien, No! don't you dare! You're sick today, remember!? Besides, that cheese murderer cousin of yours is out on patrol today too! Do you really wanna risk him catching you!?”
Now it was Adrien's turn to roll his eyes. “He won't find out, Plagg, I'll be careful.”
But Plagg clearly still wasn't convinced.
“Seriously, Ladybug will understand! If you go on patrol, you might just end up hurting yourself!”
But similar to Plagg, Adrien also could not be convinced.
“Plagg, claws out!”
***
He had thought the Miraculous were supposed to get rid of any imperfections.
But here Chat Noir was, head reeling as him, Argos and Ladybug walked the streets of Paris together, keeping an eye out for any kind of criminal activity or anything else of the sort.
He hated to admit it, but was starting to agree with Plagg. It seemed the sun was taking advantage of his fragile state by using the opportunity to practically melt his eyes into puddles of goo, it was burning them that bad.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp poke of an elbow.
“Ow—Fé—! Argos! What the heck!?”
“Chat!”
It was Ladybug saying his name.
He hadn't even realized she had been speaking at all.
She had looked mad, and Chat wondered if he was about to get chewed out for slacking on the job.
It wasn't like he was meaning to.
However, her expression softened as she looked at him.
“...Are you feeling okay, Chat? You seem kind of out of it…”
Shoot.
Shoot.
This was a disaster.
An absolute disaster.
Ladybug had realized something was wrong.
What was wrong was that Chat Noir was sick.
What was also wrong was that Adrien Agreste was sick.
What was also also wrong was that Adrien Agreste and Chat Noir were the same person, and Chat Noir is supposed to keep his identity secret, and that the cousin of Adrien Agreste—Félix Fathom—was the one looking after him since he was sick, and Félix Fathom was also the not so secret identity—who Chat Noir was literally on patrol with right now—Argos, meaning Argos knew Adrien was supposed to be sick in bed.
Meaning that if Argos also caught onto the fact that Chat Noir was sick too, this could quite possibly turn into the worst thing ever.
So there was only one thing Chat Noir could do.
Desperately convince Ladybug that he was completely, one hundred percent, absolutely fine.
“I'm feline perfectly fine, M'lady! Just a bit distracted today!”
He tried to give her another one of his signature Chat Noir goofy grins, but with the throbbing pain he felt in his head, that was proving to be rather difficult.
Sure enough, Ladybug looked skeptical.
Nothing really could go right for Adrien or Chat Noir today.
“Well, it's a good thing there's three of us then.”
It sounded like she was trying to reassure him, but was clear she wasn't exactly comfortable only working with Argos.
Chat Noir couldn't exactly blame her, he hadn't really forgiven Félix for the stunt he pulled with the Miraculous either, after all, no matter how much he still cared about Félix.
“It sure is!” He tried to keep smiling as they all continued walking.
Chat Noir had to admit, Patrol could get boring sometimes, especially when nothing was actually going on. (Which with Monarch gone, there usually wasn't nowadays.)
Like right now.
And combined with the migraine, there was nothing he wanted to do more right now than leave, (even though if he did have to take care of some criminals, it would probably only make his pain worse.)
He couldn't see anymore.
It was so sudden the shock of it almost made him fall over.
And this time, Argos was the one to call him out.
“Okay—what's up with you, huh? You look like death warmed up.”
He was still struggling to keep up his grin. “I just tripped, that's all! Nothing to worry about here guys!” He gave an awkward laugh.
But neither of them were buying it.
“Kitty, seriously. What's wrong?”
Ladybug's face softened as she walked over to him, and went to place her hand against his forehead.
Just like Félix had done earlier.
But he didn't have a fever.
And whilst Argos knew that Adrien didn't have a fever, he didn't know whether or not Chat Noir had one.
Which just jeopardized his secret identity even further then it probably already had been today.
So he ended up ducking away from Ladybug's grasp, fake smile widening further.
“Oh, come on, Bugaboo! You don't need to do that!”
“Chat, come on! Just let me feel your forehead—!”
He kept on trying to dodge her hand, but soon enough, Ladybug had her hand pressed to his forehead.
“You don't feel warm…”
His heart felt like it was going to burst right out his chest.
“Exactly! See? Perfectly fine!” He smirked, which took a great effort considering he was not in a “smirking” mood.
He couldn't risk them catching onto anything else.
Or he could really be in trouble.
***
Chat Noir was being weird.
Really weird. Ever since patrol had started, he had been acting like a complete fool.
And for some strange reason, it somehow reminded Argos of Adrien. (Mainly because Adrien had been the exact same since waking up with a migraine.)
But it was a bit of an odd coincidence.
One that left him staring at Chat Noir, trying to study any other details about how he was feeling, since it was clear Ladybug was failing.
But he couldn't really see anything else that was wrong.
Not yet, anyway.
But perhaps he should consider keeping an eye on him.
When the whole ordeal was over with, Argos was still watching him.
He noticed how he seemed to be avoiding any patch of light, going as far as to flinch when any of it hit his face.
Argos felt a strange, anxious feeling in his chest.
One he did not like at all.
Because Adrien had been doing the exact same thing all day.
Things were starting to add up.
And the results didn't seem favorable.
There was just no way…
He couldn't be…
Argos couldn't remember the last time he had felt so conflicted.
Part of him wanted to give up whilst he was ahead—not bother to find out Chat Noir's identity and leave it a secret to him—but the other wanted to know.
Could Adrien really be Chat Noir?
They didn't have long left to go of patrol now.
For some reason, he couldn't stop observing Chat Noir still, even now that he sort of wanted to.
If Adrien was Chat Noir—it would change so much.
It could ruin so much.
If that really was Adrien beside him—then Adrien had literally helped save him from falling off a building. (Not to mention told him he has no friends.) He had—
“That's us done for today.”
His train of thought was cut off by Ladybug.
“Great work, guys!”
Her smile looked a little hesitant, like she was somehow nervous still.
“I gotta head out, but I'll see you all again next week.”
She held out her fist, clearly trying to make him and Chat Noir engage in their usual obnoxious “pound it” routine before they all left.
Begrudgingly, he went along with it.
Then they all went their separate ways.
Though if Argos's theory was correct, he might be seeing Chat Noir again sooner than they all thought.
And he wasn't sure if he liked that or not.
***
By the time he made it back into his bed, Adrien's head was reeling.
Somehow, he could see worse than he already could before, and he was barely even able to throw himself down onto his bed before muttering; “Plagg, claws in…”
“Okay, Kid—what the heck—!”
Adrien threw him a piece of camembert cheese he had kept for him in his drawer.
“Ooh! Yay! …But no! What were you thinking Adrien—!?”
For what had to be the seven hundredth time that day, Adrien threw his face into his pillow, only this time, he ended up screaming into it.
Then they heard footsteps outside the room, which signaled Félix's return.
“And here comes the cheese murderer again! Honestly, Can't I catch a break today!?” Plagg complained, going back under the blankets and tutting.
He seemed to do so just in time as Félix entered the room.
“Good to see you're not dead yet.”
“Shut up, Félix.”
Félix chuckled to himself, and Adrien would have glared at him if he could muster up the strength.
“I brought you some water.”
Félix placed the glass down on the bedside table.
Adrien stared at it.
And on impulse, immediately pushed the glass off the table.
Félix looked like he had just completely given up on him right then and there.
“...Okay what was even the point in that?”
If he were honest, Adrien didn't even know himself.
“...”
“...”
“...”
The silence between them both was deafening.
“I'm not getting you more.”
Adrien stuck his tongue out. “Fine I'll just dehydrate then.”
“Well then don't knock your water off of tables, you ever think about that?”
He pouted, before flinching as his head throbbed in more pain.
Adrien went to pick up the glass.
But he didn't realize that his ring was gleaming right into Félix's face.
***
Félix did not like this.
There had been far too many “coincidences” now.
Adrien was sick, and whilst Chat Noir was claiming to not be sick, it was clear he was too, and in the exact same way that Adrien was.
More recently, he had knocked the glass of water off the table, which could have been the result of the animalistic traits that Miraculous often gave their users.
And now, there was that ring.
Back when him and his mother had traveled to Paris for his uncle's dumb party, Félix had made sure to catch up on practically everything that was on that one Ladyblog thing to learn about the Miraculous, and in doing so, he had of course learned about Ladybug and Chat Noir's.
Chat Noir's Miraculous was The Ring of The Black Cat.
And Adrien was wearing a ring.
Félix couldn't stop staring at it.
It could just be a normal ring, but what if it wasn't?
He knew it wasn't any of his business, but the thought of Adrien really being Chat Noir was still so absurd—still so unreal…
“You know, I've never noticed your ring before.”
Adrien didn't say anything.
“Why do you still have it on? You're in bed after all—isn't it annoying you?”
He wasn't making any eye contact either as he just gave a quick shrug and mumbled “I dunno…” as a response.
Which meant he was probably guilty.
But surely Adrien didn't have anything to be guilty about.
Unless Félix really was right, and he was hiding something.
Slowly, his theory was being proved more and more with each second.
Now Félix was really in turmoil. Should he confront Adrien on being Chat Noir? Should he just leave it? Should he keep looking for hints!?
Most of him did really want to confront him. He knew it was selfish—but Félix didn't like not knowing things, especially important things like these.
If he confronted him, what would happen? Miraculous Holders were supposed to keep their identity secret, so would Félix knowing cause any kind of scandal—or potentially put Adrien in any danger?
…But then again, if no one else knew that they both knew…how could it be? He wasn't an idiot.. He wasn't about to go blabbing the identity of one of the city's only good protectors for no reason.
It couldn't be dangerous, and besides, he was too far down this rabbit hole now anyway.
He sat down on the end of Adrien's bed.
“Or is it because you have to keep it on in case anything happens? Huh, Chat Noir.”
***
Adrien felt frozen in place.
The world around him felt like it was in slow motion as he processed what Félix had just called him.
And the migraine definitely was not helping either.
In that moment, everything around him felt so much bigger than him, he felt small, and like he had no control of anything at all anymore.
“...W—what…?”
“Don't play dumb. You really think I wouldn't notice? You get a migraine which makes you act like a complete idiot, and then Chat Noir happens to start acting like an idiot too! And how convenient that the second I get back from patrol, you decide to randomly start acting like a cat, knocking things off tables and whatever else—when Miraculous apparently give the owners traits and habits of their corresponding animals. Did you think I wouldn't catch on?”
Adrien wanted to respond—he wanted to deny everything still.
But he just felt stuck in place.
This was the one thing he never thought would happen. He never thought anyone would find out.
Especially not Félix, of all people.
“I've seen that Ladyblog thing—I swear, that girl is judt incapable of shutting up when it comes to information about the Miraculous.” Félix rolled his eyes.
“...I'm not Chat Noir, Félix.” Adrien eventually managed to say.
But it didn't seem like anything he said could convince Félix otherwise now.
“Should I even bring up your reaction to me mentioning your ring? In fact…”
Félix suddenly had a hold of his hand, and Adrien tried to squirm away.
But he wasn't Chat Noir right now—he was Adrien, a sickly fourteen year old boy who could be easily overpowered, and it wasn't long before Félix had gotten the ring off his finger, removing it's camouflage and revealing it's true appearance as The Ring of The Black Cat.
“Not Chat Noir, huh?”
Adrien could feel himself turning pale. He must have looked like a ghost.
“...Félix…”
He started to panic.
Félix knew.
He knew everything.
And if he wanted to, he could probably ruin everything too.
“Félix…Félix—you can't tell anyone! Seriously! T—this could ruin everything! Please—!”
Félix cut off his rambling.
“Relax.”
Adrien blinked.
For some reason, Félix looked calm. As if finding out his cousin was a literal famed parisian super hero was just another day for him.
He swore he had to be dreaming—was his migraine starting to make him hallucinate?
“I won't tell. Why would I, anyway? Just seems like it would cause a bunch of problems for me and you if I did.”
Adrien stared at him again.
“Look, you don’t have to worry. Your secret’s safe with me. I won't tell anyone—I won't blackmail you or whatever else you probably think.” Félix assured, putting the ring on the bedside table.
“I…” Adrien sighed.
Even if Félix was his family, he had still done a lot of terrible things, and as much as Adrien loved him, those things weren't okay.
And as much as he hated how relieved he felt, he knew it was reasonable.
“...I can't exactly blame you for not trusting me either…I know I haven't exactly been the best when it comes to “protecting” Miraculous or Miraculous holders in the past…”
Adrien narrowed his eyes. “I mean, you did literally give almost all the Miraculous to Shadow Moth, which might also, you know, put the whole of Paris in danger!?"
Félix looked down at the floor, just as sheepish as Adrien had been earlier.
“...I did…and I know this obviously doesn't make up for it, but I do genuinely apologize.”
Adrien just stayed quiet.
Right now, he wasn't exactly ready to forgive Félix for that. It had caused not just him—but also Ladybug so much pain, and endangered so many people and things.
But he was at least glad Félix was changing his ways, even if he couldn't exactly make up for his past actions.
“On a side note...How's your migraine?”
The topic change was sudden, and Adrien wondered if it was on purpose. Had Félix deemed him too delirious to continue the Chat Noir discussion?
“Oh, it's absolutely incredible, thank you. The best I've ever had.”
Félix reached for one of his pillows, and before Adrien could even think (or try to stop him) it was flung into his face.
“Hey! That wasn't nice!”
“Well, you're not being nice either.”
Adrien stuck his tongue out at his cousin, before giving up on the banter all together.
Then Félix spoke up again.
“...It's impressive, you know.”
Adrien had completely lost count of how many times he had looked at Félix with utter confusion today.
“How long you managed to keep your identity hidden. The fact that I couldn't even catch on says a lot.”
“...Are you…complimenting me?”
It was clear Félix didn't exactly like the idea, judging by how he frowned.
“I'm not complimenting you, I'm just…making an observation, that's all.”
Adrien scoffed. “Sure, Félix.”
“Say anything else and I'll throw the pillow at you again.”
“No you won't, I'm lying on it.”
This time it was Félix's turn to roll his eyes.
“But I am being serious, you're…oddly good at hiding things.”
Speaking of hiding things, there really was no point in hiding Plagg anymore, was there?
“Plagg, you can come out.”
Félix looked at him like he had grown two heads, before Plagg peeked out from under the blankets.
“Oh right, you have a Kwami…”
Plagg looked incredibly annoyed.
“Adrien!? You mean to tell me that the cheese murderer knows you're Chat Noir now!? Out of all people to find out!”
“Oh, so you're the reason this place is always filled with stinky cheese.”
Plagg looked like he wanted to punch Félix.
“Plagg, calm down…He already said he won't do anything…”
“And why should we take his word!? May I remind you this is the same one who tried to give yours and Ladybug's Miraculous to Hawkmoth, and the same one who did give almost every—!”
“You really think he'd try anything like that now? He already said it would just cause problems for him if he tried to reveal my identity.”
Félix nodded along with what Adrien was saying, and it was clear Plagg was feeling outnumbered.
It was clear Plagg still didn't believe him, but knew there wasn't really much he could do.
“...Fine. but I've got my eye on you!” He said to Félix as he re-claimed his spot on Adrien's bed.
It was then Adrien realized just how much his head was starting to hurt again.
He would probably have to start resting soon, or else this would only get worse.
“...Y'know, maybe I should sleep…It'll probably help.”
“Maybe it will. I'm tired of dealing with you anyway.”
Adrien stuck his tongue out at him yet again.
But he had to admit, Félix had helped him a lot, even if it had ended up in a disaster of sorts.
“...Thanks for helping.”
Adrien wrapped his arms around Félix in a hug, which was his usual go-to when thanking people.
Félix awkwardly returned it. “...I'm not good with hugs, you know.”
For probably the first time today, Adrien smiled. “I know, but I just wanna thank you.”
Félix felt tense, but eventually relaxed. “Well…you're welcome.”
When the hug was over, Adrien literally fell back onto his bed. “My head hurts so much…” He complained, throwing the covers over himself, much to Plagg's dismay.
Since it was clear he would probably be asleep for a while, Félix went to leave.
“Bye, Félix…Thanks again.”
“No problem, see ya.”
Adrien's head still felt heavy and sore, and with everything that had happened, all he wanted to do now was sleep.
He still couldn't believe Félix knew.
He had said he wouldn't tell anyone—but what if he really did? What if Ladybug somehow found out?
He really hoped Félix was being honest when he said he wouldn't tell.
Before he knew it, his bedroom was blurring around him, he was that tired.
Adrien closed his eyes, his body slowly shutting down as he fell asleep, most likely for hours on end with how exhausted he was.
Today was definitely a day he never wanted to relive, but at least he mostly felt like he could trust Félix to keep the identity of Chat Noir a secret.
Even if Plagg definitely thought otherwise, with how he was tightly grabbing onto his wrist, as if Félix knowing his identity would cause him to disappear and these were the past few moments they would spend together.
But even if he was being dramatic, Adrien did enjoy Plagg's company.
Before he knew it, he could hardly think at all anymore, as he finally found himself falling completely asleep.