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Marinette came home one night to her boyfriend quietly crying.
An extremely unusual thing.
She gently sat down next to him on their bed, “Tim, what's wrong?”
He choked on a sob and seemingly curled in on himself further.
Carefully Marinette came to rest her hand on his shoulder and slowly she eased him onto her lap. This seemed to only make him sob harder.
Running her fingers through his soft locks, she asked again, “Tim, what's wrong?”
She could tell he was trying to calm down enough to speak, having had enough meltdowns herself, she could vividly remember the knot in her throat that always made her choke and sputter when she tried to speak.
“I'm broken.”
The words snapped her out of her thoughts and she gazed down at him, letting him go at his own pace.
“I've made so many mistakes… people have died because of me… I'm not good enough for you.”
Marinette shushed him and pulled him closer, hugging him tightly so he couldn't see her own tears well up.
It was then she noted the discarded Red Robin apparel.
Something happened at work then.
Pulling him close in a hug, she then moved to look him in the eyes, “Tim. We all have made mistakes, one accident doesn't turn the world upside down. I am not perfect, and neither are you. I don't want perfect, I want you as you are.”
Tears threatened to escape her eyes as he pulled her in for a hug.
Too many times had she felt similarly.
Both of them were insecure thanks to the way they had grown up, and both knew that breakdowns would happen.
Both of then had days where they felt they would never be good enough.
Marinette hugged him close until Tim's hiccups died down and he loosened his grip on her shirt.
Both leaned back onto their bed till they were staring up at the ceiling.
Tim turned his head to look at her, his eyes red.
“So how was work?”
Marinette hummed, “It was good. One of the kids broke that vase you got me for valentines last year.”
He snorted, “I got you the flowers, the vase was a bonus.”
She smiled, happy to hear him amused.
Tim hesitated, “I…”
Marinette grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers in a silent show of support.
“At work there was a little girl… she was already… she looked like…”
Rolling over to her side she rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder, “It's okay Tim, I know.”
She brought his hand to rest on her stomach, “You'll keep us safe, I'm positive Tim.”