"It... was rather obvious that she wasn't at her best just then, yes," he said. "But she seems like a fine young lady, if perhaps a bit high strung. And to me a least, that particular memory speaks highly of both of your maturity; many full grown adults wouldn't have been able to remain good friends with someone after a romantic rejection, and I'm glad the both of you were able to make it work."

When Adrien stood, Gabriel did as well, uncertain of his intent for a moment, until he saw him moving to the mirror. Then realization hit as Adrien's emotions coalesced with logic, and he understood. Thankfully, his longer stride allowed him to close the distance between them in time without looking desperate. He rested a hand on Adrien's shoulder before he could pull the cover away. "Adrien," he said gently, "though I know very little about your friends, I think it's safe to assume that they wouldn't wish you to hurt yourself for something like this."

"In any case, I witnessed one of your memories. I think it only fair that I allow you to witness one of mine. If you'll allow me?" Was it a risk? Absolutely. But it was worth it if it stopped Adrien from trying such a thing again.