No. No, I'm not.

[He laughs softly then hums.]

I hope no one ever feels that obsessive about me. I feel like if someone really cared about you they'd be sad but still want you to be happy.

[He's blinking at her before giggling. Only his goddess. He knows she's clumsy. She's tripped over air before.]

How do you swallow wrong? Did you inhale when you took a sip or something?

[Suddenly, she's pulling him into a hug and Adrien tenses just for an instant. He may pitch his drink into a nearby bin just so he can wrap his arms around her. It doesn't matter he can buy another.] It's fine. You're not really hurt so it's okay.

[His fingers curl into the dark fabric a her back. Feeling her hand rubbing along his back he seems to melt into her tension ebbing out of him in waves. With the softest of sighs, his head comes to rest against hers, a low purr leaving his throat.

Some part of him tells him she's wrong. That he's fought and longed for love for a very long time. But there's warmth and comfort here and he wants to believe. She makes him want to.]

You wouldn't either.