She doesn't know when Cat Noir's happiness starts to seep in and mean more than her own or when she makes the subconscious decision to chase him, her almost soulmate, instead of just let her own life brush by, knowing her soulmate yet unable to reach out to him.

Ladybug doesn't say a word about it, unsure if she can give her heart away to someone that isn't her soulmate, but yet she loves the way that he looks at her, even loves the way that he flirts even though she'd written it of before she'd realized that he was her soulmate.

She treasures the way they draw closer and yet not close enough; she doubts that even if she could fall in love with him that she'd let them take the risk of an identity reveal.

"Do you think that you're someone else's soulmate?" She presses closer under the curtain of the blackness of a dark, Paris night by Cat Noir's side.

"If so, she hasn't told me." He shrugs, and she wonders what his life is like behind the suit even though she shouldn't, "There's this girl in my class that fell in love or found her soulmate, and she isn't is. I don't think that I'm her soulmate. She hasn't said anything to me."

"That's sad." The words don't feel like enough, because it is crushing; she knows it by her own experience; it's almost an empty, black hole of a future.

"I know. It hurt to see her torn up about it after she realized." Cat Noir grimaced.

"What made her realize that her soulmate didn't return her feelings?" Ladybug squints past the dark to gaze up at his bright green eyes that glow more than seems natural in the inky blackness; it had gotten dark on their patrol before they'd realized it.

"I don't know. One second, she was describing color, and the next, she was crying." Cat Noir definitely didn't seem happy at all while thinking back on it; she realizes that even if he isn't this girl's soulmate, he cares deeply for her, selfless almost, and she realizes that she loves that about her partner.

"Do you think that her soulmate said something without realizing that she'd found him to be her soulmate?" She remembers her own realization how it dropped like a weight on to her chest, and she hates the memory in the harsh cold that it places over her heart; she almost wants to pretend that it didn't happen and forget it with the ease in which she and Cat Noir talk.

"Like if he hadn't found his soulmate yet?" Cat Noir looks out over Paris and ponders things; he and Nino had talked close enough to be heard, but he had no idea if he'd mentioned soulmates at all that day.

"Yeah." She looked glum as if it brought to mind memories that she couldn't bear to think over, and he realized that may be it sounded too close to her own realization.

"I hope that I'm not her soulmate." There's a certain ache to realizing that you are someone's soulmate and that you don't return their feelings as if you were the end to their joy, their happiness, and couldn't stop the train wreck of it.

Ladybug knows what that's like and half wishes that she could draw Cat Noir in and try to not let that idea fester in his mind as it's a terrible thought and haunts her more than it should; she understands why she can't simply draw Cat Noir near, but yet it pains her to know that he's already feeling guilt sink in even without proof.

"I hope that you're not." She almost says that she's sure that he isn't, but she's not sure, so she catches herself and manages to say the right words though it aches to not be able to keep that pain that claws at her away from him.

When they finally leave for home, she hopes that his heart isn't breaking for the girl in his class too, but she's pretty sure that it is much like how her heart breaks for Cat Noir all of the time.

She wishes him the best and just hopes that that girl didn't find him to be her soulmate and only realize later how cruel the world is.