What this lacks in length, it makes up for with heart.

Grey

Water dribbled sluggishly down the panes of the window, drawing attention to the grey clouds that obscured the sun outside.

Drip, drop.

"Memories are like droplets of rain. Snippets of what has been, sprinkling down when you least expect it."

Sometimes they were a gentle drizzle, and sometimes they struck like a flash flood. Sometimes memories were a veritable thunderstorm.

Memories had different intensities.

Some things went forgotten altogether.

"When your life spans millennia, you learn which things are going to be worth remembering."

There was a moment of silence, charged with something that wasn't unlike lightening.

The drizzle outside picked up speed, and rain pounded on the roof to fill the silence.

"Am I worth remembering?"

The Kwami tore his eyes away from the rain and focused on the boy who sat beside him. His blond hair was mussed from sleep, but his bright green eyes were focused.

He was waiting for an answer.

Plagg almost teased him by saying no.

There were droplets of a different sort forming in the boy's eyes though, and the Kwami held his tongue.

"Sure you are," he said with a noncommittal shrug.

He watched as Adrien tried to blink away the tears.

"You hesitated."

Plagg jolted, because his tone was too much like the one he used to speak to his father.

"Because I was trying to be nice," Plagg snapped.

Those summery green eyes were wide, and panic bubbled up within the Kwami of Destruction.

Plagg winced as he realized what that had sounded like, but he couldn't think of a way to successfully take it back.

It was what Plagg was good at, after all.

Destroying things.

But Adrien's expression softened and he reached out to cup Plagg in his hands. The tears had disappeared, leaving warmth and kindness in his gaze.

"Thank you for being nice, Plagg," Adrien said.

Plagg's eyes stung, and he looked anywhere but at Adrien. Somehow, the boy had managed to guess what he meant.

Still, Plagg wanted to make it right.

"You're worth remembering, kid. You're…probably my…best friend," Plagg admitted, annoyed at the waver in his voice.

Then Adrien gave him a tearful smile and drew him closer until the little Kwami was resting against his chest.

"You're my best friend too, Plagg," he said.

The catlike creature allowed his eyes to drift closed, trusting that Adrien wouldn't tease him too badly for wanting to snuggle.

Adrien was very warm and it was rather cold in the room; it made sense.

Plagg wriggled a little closer so that he could listen to the boy's heartbeat. The sound mingled with the gentle rainfall outside, and lulled him into complacency.

Drip, drop.

Adrien's thumb gently rubbed behind Plagg's ear, and the Kwami cracked an eye open to look at him. The boy had a gentle smile on his face as he gazed out through the window at the rain.

The outside world was cold and painted with dreary shades of grey, but he felt immeasurably warm.

Plagg knew, without a doubt, that he would remember this moment for centuries to come.