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“Can… can I kiss you?” Chat said suddenly, hesitation and desire swirling in his expression. “Please?” Ladybug blinked. He hadn’t asked her that since… since… (And you just… keep asking her to kiss you! Over and over again! Marinette had ranted to Adrien on the phone once. What do you expect her to say? How can she take you seriously like that? You’ve gotta wait for the perfect moment. The perfect moment? Adrien had asked. You’ll know it, Marinette had assured him, pacing her room and perhaps thinking a little more about how to deal with the unexpected revelation of his identity than how he could best make Ladybug fall in love with him. Just… wait for it. And he had.)

“She seems nice,” Jonny says after a moment of awkward silence passes between them. “She is nice,” Patrick agrees. With no glass to hold in his hands, he fidgets awkwardly, fingertips rubbing his chapped lips. “You look good, Jonny.” “Thank you,” Jonny says tightly, like it’s not killing him. Like watching Patrick’s big fingers skirt over his lips and jaw and chin isn’t killing him. “You know, I have some pictures of you naked in my old apartment if you think that would refresh your memory.” Patrick’s hands still. “You still jerk off to those?” he asks, voice all chilly indifference that used to make Jonny want to punch him in his goddamn face.