It had taken him hours to get Adrien to calm down enough to go to sleep. He'd been jumpy and riled up and pacing in his bedroom for hours, sure that he needed to go flying about Paris to find his Lady and console her still.
Plagg managed to remind the boy that she likely had detransformed by now, and there was no way of him knowing who she was without her costume, and although that hadn't exactly helped the situation, it had gotten Adrien to stop pacing.
He'd instead sat on the bed staring at the beret that stupid girl had put on his pillow with the look of someone who recognized it from somewhere before. Eventually, exhaustion had overcome him and when his grip had slackened enough, Plagg had slipped the beret out of Adrien's grip, putting it in the cupboard he'd stored all the rest of Marinette's ill-conceived gifts in. She damn-well didn't make it easy to keep her identity secret, and the next time he saw Tikki he was going to give her an earful about not-
"Plagg!"
The bad-luck kwami whipped around, startled that his thoughts could summon her so readily as a familiar red form barrelled into him, holding on for dear life. The moment the two of them touched, oh camembert it felt like coming home.
"Sugarcube! What're you doing here?"
"I had to make sure you were okay! I had to see if…" Tikki pulled back, and Plagg almost followed, reluctant to break their contact. Creation and Chaos were not supposed to be apart, they were one and the same, but… "Are you okay?"
"Aw, you were worried about little old me?" Plagg drawled, trying to lighten the mood and the concern in her eyes, but her bottom lip trembled and he choked on his next joke. "I'm fine, Sugarcube… Ladybug fixed the mess she made."
"Does Adrien…?"
"He doesn't remember a thing, but your Chosen has got to stop being so reckless!"
"I know, she knows, she…" Tikki bit her lip, and Plagg realized it was something she'd picked up from her Chosen-before-Marinette.
"Come over here, he might hear us." Plagg took her hand in his and there was that shockwave of rightness again, but he wouldn't let himself focus on it. "What's got you so upset, Tikki?" The startled look she gave him almost made him smile; he never called her by her name.
"She knows, Plagg. She knows who Chat Noir is." Tikki worried her antenna and wouldn't bring her eyes to his. "She remembers what Chat Blanc said… And she remembers what she did before that… She put it together, Plagg. What do we do?"
"What have we done before, Sugarcube?" Plagg asked not unkindly, shooting a furtive glance toward Adrien's prone form on the bed to make sure he hadn't stirred. His chest was still rising and falling regularly, thank goodness. "Are you willing to leave your Chosen?"
"What? No!" Tikki swiped her arms in an X in front of her. "She… She's willing to give up her… Her love for him. For Adrien. To keep Chat Blanc from ever happening again." The words died on Plagg's tongue and Tikki's eyes filled with tears.
The two kwami came together to console one another, Misfortune holding a very unlucky feeling Lady Luck, both of them unaware of Adrien laying on his bed, eyes wide and tear-filled, one hand over his mouth to stifle his own sobs.