Marinette glanced over at her boyfriend and frowned. Adrien had his back to her, hunched over as he sat in the desk chair in her bedroom.

It had been three weeks since everything had changed. Since Hawk Moth's defeat. Since their reveal. Since they'd gotten together. They'd met every challenge and every physical threat as partners, and now they were picking up the pieces of their lives as a couple. And she could tell that something was wrong.

As silently as she could, Marinette tiptoed up to him and peeked over his shoulder. He was thumbing the screen of his phone, scrolling through some comments section. Maybe from a newspaper. She caught sight of works like "justice" and "Gabriel" and "terrorist" and "die."

It had been three weeks since any comments section had been kind to Gabriel Agreste.

Marinette leaned forward, wrapping one arm around Adrien's chest and letting the other wander through his hair. If only she could figure out the perfect thing to say to help him feel better. At the moment, the only thing she could think of was try to get him off the phone. "Why are you reading that? It'll just make you upset."

Adrien sat quietly, staring at an especially long comment. Marinette closed her eyes against it, knowing the movement wouldn't protect Adrien from seeing it but wishing it somehow could. Finally, he shifted underneath her, and Marinette opened her eyes.

He was putting the phone away, and then looking up to smile at her sadly. The movement put his forehead within easy reach of her lips, and she didn't waste the opportunity. His skin was warm and smooth, and she found herself smiling despite everything.

Adrien returned the favor, lifting the arm she had around him and placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist. "You're very lucky," he said, breath tickling her, "to have such wonderful parents."

It wasn't much of an opening, but she'd take what she could get. "You can share them," she offered. "They love you almost as much as I do."

His grip on her wrist tightened, and his sad smile transformed into something much more Chat Noir-like. Marinette's stomach clenched. That wasn't the reaction she'd been expecting. Had she said something wrong?

"Why, My Lady," he asked sweetly, "are you proposing?"

Marinette yelped and tried to jump back, but his strong grip didn't let her get far. Or fall over. "N-no, I wasn't! You don't- We-"

Adrien stood, pulling her closer, until they were nose-to-nose and chest-to-chest and his toothy smile and sparkling eyes filled her vision and his arms completely encircled her.

"We've only been dating three weeks!" She put a hand on each of his shoulders, trying to steady herself against him. "We're fifteen. We can't get engaged!"

"That's not a no," he sang.

Marinette let her mouth fall open, but no other words came out. They couldn't get engaged! But if they didn't get engaged, they couldn't get married, and if they didn't get married then they wouldn't get a hamster, and Adrien would be sad, and the hamster would be sad, and she would be sad, and there wouldn't be any cake, and-

"Marinette?"

She blinked back into the present moment. "What were we talking about?"

Adrien laughed, a real one, that echoed through them both. "I love you. Don't ever change."