[ By now, he feels like she has plenty of ammunition against him already! Adrien chuckles anyway, though, taking the jab for what it is before his expression fades into something more serious.

One more? After everything she’s done already?

His mouth hangs open, and when she reveals the picture from behind her back, it opens into an even wider O.

He starts to laugh, accepting the photo into his hands delicately, as if he’s afraid he might break it. ]

I can’t believe it. [ which is ridiculous, considering— ] I mean, I know I was there, I know it really happened, but...

For a while, I think I forgot he actually could smile.

[ Naturally, the dense boy is still oblivious to the mistletoe overhead. He’s too preoccupied, staring at the photo, tracing his dad’s smile with his finger.

Even his own smile seemed more genuine here. It’s so, so different from the pictures he takes for magazines. ]

...Thank you. For the reminder. This is...

[ Shut up, he is bad at this. ]

Wow.