"No, Alya, don't come by. Ask Nino to stop texting. Its…they're not okay right now." Marinette sighed, glancing at the trapdoor, "I'll make sure he texts Nino later. Just give him some space, okay? Yeah, I know. Bye."

Bri slowly opened her eyes to pink, squinting slightly. A slight nauseous feeling lingering as she sat up, looking at her cousin. She looked tired, but she quickly perked up when she saw Bridgette sitting up, "Bri!"

"Hey, oof!" Marinette tackled her into a hug, pushing them both back onto the bed. "Chill baby cousin, I'm alright."

"You had an unattached akuma in you! Master Fu said….he didn't know what the side effects would be. And you've been out for two days and I was so scared. What if I didn't purify it right? Of course, Tikki said you were fine and Master Fu healed you but still! How do you feel?"

"A little sick I guess, but not like, I wanna steal your miraculous or anything. What did I miss?" Bridgette frowned, trying to recall all that happened, "Hawkmoth is he….well, did you get him?"

Marinette sobered quickly, nodding, "Yes. We returned Nooroo, that was the kwami, to Master Fu who guards the miraculous. We called the police and turned him over. Felix and Adrien are staying here. I figured you wouldn't mind, right? I just…. I couldn't let them go back to that house…."

"Aw, man, did I miss the big reveal?"

"Bridgette…" Mari gave her an exasperated look, clearly not in the mood for teasing.

"Got it, too serious. Where are the boys now?"

"Downstairs. Bridgette…I… I'm worried. Adrien is doing okay. I mean, not okay, but he's working through it. It helps that we can escape to the roofs and work it off but Felix….you should talk with him."

Oi, this was a mess. Blacking out was probably the worst she could have done. Now her storm cloud of a kitty had time to stew. And of course he wouldn't have burdened Adrien with it. And Adrien, the sunshine ray that he was, wouldn't think to ask. No wonder Felix was a storm cloud. He had to be.

She pushed off the bed, waving Marinette and her worry away. Other than a slight dizziness to her step, she felt fine. And she slept the past two days. It was time to get to work.

Of course, her aunt and uncle flocked to her the moment she stepped downstairs, "I'm fine. really. Sorry for the scare."

She peeked under Uncle Tom's arm, getting the first look at the Agreste boys. Mari was right. It was not okay. Sunshine was dulled, green rimmed with red, uncertainty in the way he held himself. Her eyes shifted to the older and her heart broke. He was closed off, his eyes barely showing recognition as he met her gaze. Defenses were up. She could see he was in full older brother mode with Adrien too, probably not helping. Adrien needed Marinette. And Felix, well, whether he wanted it or not, Felix needed Bridgette.

She ducked around her overwhelming relations and took Felix's hand, dragging him up to the roof.

Felix followed behind numbly, glancing back at Adrien briefly. Marinette was already occupying his spot, slipping her hand in his under the table. Even that small touch seemed to help his brother. He leaned into her, finding strength in her presence. Felix tried not to be jealous of that.

He sat obediently in the lawn chair on the small balcony as Bridgette studied every wrinkle and bag. A small hint of concern flitted across his face. She had been so sick after the fight. It took all he had not to rip his father to pieces for that. He wasn't even sure how Ladybug was able to hold him back after she healed Bridgette. At least the police hadn't seen that.

"Felix?" Her voice was soft, kind, full of questions and worries and kindness. He met her gaze, the wall he spent the last two days building crumbling at that simple look.

"Yes?" His voice was gruff, the lack of sleep making it rough and ragged. It sounded fragile to his own ears. He cursed her ability to get to him so easily.

Slowly, she moved next to him, pulling her hands in his. How could she be the one comforting him? She spent the last two days passed out and yet here she was, on the ground, helping him, healing him in ways she could never know.

"Talk to me." A command, a hand reaching out to save him from drowning.

"I could have figured this out sooner. I could have stopped him from hurting you. I knew it was him, I just didn't…see it." There it was out. Now she would leave him alone. He was to blame. He knew his father was grieving. He knew his father was raging even, yet he did nothing. He didn't pay attention enough. He got Adrien help and left his father behind.

Suddenly arms were around him, the scent of warm bread and ginger enveloping him, "Any of us could have figured it out if we just had a little more information. But that doesn't matter. He made a choice Felix, just like you and Adrien had a choice. Just like I had a choice. We can hold on to our grief and let it consume us, or we can let it go. He didn't want to let it go. Nothing you could have done would have changed that."

He let the words sink in, slowly thawing out. She released him, but sat snug on his chair with him, her warmth contributing to his. That didn't mean Adrien forgave him. Or would forgive him, once he figured out it was Felix's fault. Moments passed and she spoke again, "Let Adrien heal on his own this time. He has the support. Focus on you."

How did she know his thoughts so well? He grew uncharacteristically soft, hugging her for a moment, "Thank you Bridgette."

She smiled, "Are you going to do better now? Maybe get some sleep?"

Felix nodded, letting himself be dragged again, but this time to a bed. She sat by his head, her hands slowly working through his hair. He closed his eyes, grateful for her presence, for her companionable silence. Before he knew it, he was asleep.