Adrien, for his part, had gone to sit on the sofa as he'd been told to do. Part of him very much wanted to pull his knees up to bis chin and hold his legs, like he was holding himself together. Maybe doing it physically would help him do it emotionally. But there was no universe, even in a dream, where he could see Gabriel Agreste being alright with anyone's shoes on the sofa like that, much less Adrien's, not with Adrien allowing himself such a hunched over posture.

So he sat with proper posture at the edge of the sofa. He had long been practiced in making that seem natural and preferred rather than stiff and stifling. While he waited, to help calm himself down, he pulled out his cellphone and started flipping through the pictures.

And it worked. While Gabriel finished with the mirrors and setting up the tea tray, Adrien calmed down, and there were warm wistful feelings coming from him as he looked over an album of photos from a recent day when they had all been hanging out together.

But when he heard his fa... Gabriel... coming, he shoved his phone back away quickly.

"I'm not picky," he said to the comment about not knowing how he liked it. "But um... thank you." His father pouring the tea did make him a little uncomfortable again. No, not his father.

This was so weird still.

But he looked over. "Since you made the tea... maybe I should get us something to eat?" he offered, unsure and uncomfortable once again.