Marinette was nothing, if not honest. Except with Adrien, it seemed. Part of that couldn't be helped before, and she honestly had no idea how she'd managed to go so long without accidentally telling him something she shouldn't. But she'd spent so much time having to keep things from him that it had pretty much become a habit. She was good at it, and she couldn't decide how to feel about that.

"I'm not sure what I want."