One wonders if it would help him to know how similarly Adrien's thoughts were running. Wishing this were his own father, his actual father. That his dad cared enough to hug him like this... to be here for him. If this was a dream he could be here... couldn't he?

But with that came the guilt. Guilt because that wasn't fair to this version of Gabriel. Guilt because having his actual father back filled him with terror. Guilt because his father died helping Ladybug save the world. Guilt because he hadn't been there. So much guilt.

But right now he needed the hug, needed the illusion, even knowing it was fake. It hurt too much. Everything hurt too much. Everything was just too much.