[ haha, okay. telling adrien agreste to relax when he's taut as wire and thinking about ladybug, good luck with that.

... no, actually, it does work. somewhat. minimally. the tenseness in his shoulders does lower down by a slight degree; he's good at grounding (heh) himself when someone tells him to. ]

I know. It's not you meeting her I'm worried about. [ again, steven making a good first impression isn't the big root of his anxiety here, as his Not Quite Biased except extremely biased opinion is that steven is great.

honestly, any possible disasters that could come out of this are solely on himself, due to the root cause of his anxiety (including his still twitching leg that he stops by pressing down on his knee with two hands) being ladybug's response to his secret spilling. and, whatever ladybug's response'll be, he understands completely. ]

... Well, no, that too. Definitely nervous about that. [ his brow furrows as he tilts his head slightly. ] It's just—I didn't get to... Er, Ladybug. What I did, I didn't get to... tell her about it. Yet.

[ what he did of course being that he told.

jesus take the wheel. ]