The sky had mackerel clouds,crimson and amber tinted. Rain had intensified it's collapse.

Ladybug was drained— physically and mentally. Maybe Chat Noir too,a bit. But it got to the point when Ladybug showed up on patrol with her raven hair free,not even done in the gorgeous pig tails.

Much of it was wet. Chat wondered if she spent time out in this dire weather.

He pulled her into a hug— not expecting her to accept it. Yet she did,reluctantly.

Then she burst out onto tears.