Nino looked up at the scrape of his window in its frame, and watched as Chat Noir let himself into his room. He gulped, steeling himself for a tough conversation, and swiveled his chair to face him fully. "Hey, man."

"Hey yourself." Chat walked over to where Nino still sat in his desk chair and braced his hands on the arms rests, leaning over him with a rakish smile. "Working on something good tonight?"

"Ah, no. Not really. I've been working on this track for two days, but I can't get it to sound right."

"That sucks. But, at least it means you won't mind me distracting you for a while, right?" Chat leaned in to kiss him, but Nino shied away and his smile melted into a frown. "What's wrong?"

Nino shifted awkwardly in his seat, hating himself for the hurt he saw in Chat's eyes. "Can we, uh, talk?"

Chat paled, and sank slowly to Nino's bed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I did wrong, but I—"

"No!" Nino half-rose from his chair, thinking to offer comfort, but he didn't want to send mixed signals. He subsided in his chair with a sigh. "No, Chat, you haven't done anything wrong."

"Then what is it? No one ever says anything good after 'can we talk'."

"Well, I guess it's not…exactly." Chat's cat ears flattened on his head and Nino gulped. "Shit, this is harder than I thought it would be."

"Just say what you need to say, Nino," he said softly, staring at the floor. "It's ok."

"Shit. It's—it's like this. I like hanging out with you. Like, a lot. And—and the other stuff, too." He blushed hotly, thinking of some of that 'other stuff', but he ignored it and forged ahead. "But I've also been getting closer to this friend of mine, and—and I think that he could be more than a friend."

Chat stiffened, and his grip on the edge of the mattress went white-knuckled. "I—I see."

"Dieu, this is so shitty." Nino scrubbed his hands over his face, under his glasses, and readjusted them on his nose. "I'm so sorry man, I never meant to lead you on. I just—I'm pretty sure that I'm in love with Adrien, and I have to—"

Chat's head snapped up, his eyes wide and his ears pricked forward. "What did you say?" He whispered.

"I—I think I'm in love with my friend, and I need to see where that could go."

"No, I mean—which friend?"

Nino's brow furrowed in confusion at Chat's strange intensity, but he answered anyway. "Uh, Adrien. But I don't see why—dude, are you laughing?"

"Maybe?" He said, definitely laughing now.

"Dude, what the hell? Did I just break your brain?"

"No, no I'm fine. But, uh…wow. So this just got complicated."

"Yeah. Are you sure you're ok? Because just a minute ago, you seemed really upset, and now….you're not."

"I'm fine, Nino, really. It's just—oh what the hell," he said, laughing. Chat Noir stood and sauntered over to brace his arms on the chair once more, his rakish smile back in place. "Plagg, claws in."

Green light washed over Chat Noir, taking the black suit and its mask. Adrien's grin widened at the flummoxed expression on Nino's face, and he leaned in until their lips were only a breath apart.

"Can I kiss you now?" Nino nodded mutely, and Adrien's softened to something far more tender. "Good, because I think I might love you, too."