Adrien sat in the corner, holding Polaroid photos of his mother, an ache in his chest. His father was in some of these pictures too, and even though Gabriel Agreste had always been a strict father, Adrien had always tried to be a good son.
Now, with the picture he had made of "his happy family" when he was five, the glass cracked from his father's anger, Adrien felt more alone then ever. No, he didn't even alone. He felt abandoned.
Where was the warmth of a father's love when his son needed it most, a kind encouraging word when felt at your lowest. Adrien shivered, he was so cold, so very alone.
Burying his head in his knees, Adrien broke down and sobbed. It felt good to shed the heavy weight, it felt good for the tears that he'd kept at bay to now freely run down his cheeks. Adrien felt something land on his knee. He glanced up through his tears. "Kid," Plagg said, softly, "You know its okay to cry, right? You its okay not to be okay?" Adrien nodded, burrowing down again.
Plagg grabbed the small throw blanket and slowly moved it across the room's and draped it over Adrien's shoulder like a shawl. "Adrien, I know your feeling alone right now, but I'm here. I'll always be here," his Kwami whispered. Adrien picked Plagg up, cuddling him to his cheek.
Plagg was his best little buddy, and Adrien knew Plagg would always be his friend, even if the world turned from him.