(chat noir isn't becoming worried because of anything like if ladybug doesn't have answers or confidence, how will they possibly survive. there's no nonsense like that anywhere in his mind.
all he cares about is that seeing (or, well, hearing) her like this simply breaks his heart. chat would have given anything for ladybug to avoid this heartache and troubled mind. she deserves better.
and what frustrates him more than anything is that he can't help. his words don't magically fix the situation like ladybug's can. he doesn't have that power, and god, he wishes he did.
but there are small things he's capable of. little things. it's not ideal, but he'll do whatever is within his abilities.
he takes in a breath, not letting himself lose composure at his ring getting down to the last mark.) Ladybug, can you turn around? So you're not facing me.
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all he cares about is that seeing (or, well, hearing) her like this simply breaks his heart. chat would have given anything for ladybug to avoid this heartache and troubled mind. she deserves better.
and what frustrates him more than anything is that he can't help. his words don't magically fix the situation like ladybug's can. he doesn't have that power, and god, he wishes he did.
but there are small things he's capable of. little things. it's not ideal, but he'll do whatever is within his abilities.
he takes in a breath, not letting himself lose composure at his ring getting down to the last mark.) Ladybug, can you turn around? So you're not facing me.