She didn't even look shocked. She looked tired and sad, and… Heartbroken, his mind supplied. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her as he'd done as Chat Noir, but from the stiff way she sat beside him, he wasn't sure that his touch would be welcome.
"Adrien, I-"
"Please, Marinette… I know something happened," Boldly, he took her hand in his, bringing it up to rest on the desktop. "I just want to help. You shouldn't have to face this alone. I'm your partner, and I… I'm your friend. I care about you. I don't want you to hurt like this." He could see the tears well back in her eyes at his words and he brought one of his hands up to brush them away as they started to spill over.
"I… Tikki came to see Plagg last night." Marinette startled, though she didn't jump away from his touch. That was a good sign, right? "She must have been worried about him… They thought I was asleep, but…" Well… He'd been modelling for so long, it wasn't hard to regulate his breathing, even if he had wanted to scream at the time. "She said that you…" Adrien pursed his lips, not knowing how much to say of what he overheard.
Suddenly, a small red being burst from Marinette's purse and shot toward Adrien's face, pushing him back several centimetres.
"You were awake?!"
"Hello, Tikki," Adrien greeted softly. The kwami looked horrified that she had an outburst and just looked between himself and Marinette, who was still, worryingly, not reacting as he'd expected her to.
"Marinette, please tell me," Adrien tried again, gently redirecting her attention to him. "Tell me about Chat Blanc."