Cataclysm

On the other end

Simon, also known by most people as 'the gorilla', rubbed his hands together, trying to keep them warm as he walked. The northern airs of Saint-Malo were cool enough without this winter being labeled one of the most extreme the continent had in years. Luckily for him it stopped raining a couple hours ago, otherwise his search would be a lot more frantic than it already was.

Adrien was late for dinner, again. Any other year and the bodyguard wouldn't stress *this* much about the boy being away from his sight, but their situation being what it was, he couldn't afford any gap between their agreed time to meet at the hotel and the boy actually showing up. Usually Adrien was very punctual, an important thing when the police and two superpowered men were after you, but today he was an hour late, so Simon had to go out in the cold and search for him.

As he looked around, the huge man also paid attention to the tiny earpiece he wore. The radio was as good as any other source of information in case the police knew something. It already happened a couple times that he had been able to locate the boy by listening to official information about a certain cat hero running on roofs. The gorilla knew that most of the time that Adrien was away, he was transformed into his alter ego, usually chasing off criminals or simply exploring. Simon already gave up on trying to convince the boy that fighting crime could wait until everything calmed down a little, that being a hero was not worth risking their safety. It only took one look of disappointment and stubbornness to help him understand that, whether he approved or not, Chat Noir would keep working.

"Pardon" Someone whispered after colliding with the bodyguard , then the smaller man continued on his way while Simon frowned as he watched him go.

Not a lot of people were outside at this hour and with this cold, and Simon had a propensity for paranoia, so making sure he didn't get anything stolen or that the man wasn't suspicious made him stop on his search for a moment. He was about to keep moving when he heard a faint 'pst' sound coming from the one alley he missed checking because of the small distraction. The man squinted and noticed the two green orbs floating in the dark, then as realization dawned on him he entered the dark alleyway.

"For once I'm lucky, you stopped right where I needed you" Said Chat Noir with a grin. The bodyguard wasn't so sure about that being a luck thing... if he hadn't collided with the man, he would have looked into the alley anyways. In fact, he almost missed him... Simon shook his head then regarded the hero closely.

The boy was acting as if nothing was wrong, but Simon immediately noticed how he was leaning too much on one of the alleys wall's, avoiding to put his weight on one of his legs. The man frowned and pointed at the cat's foot, knowing that he would be able to see the gesture even in this darkness.

"Oh, that...I was running around the rooftops and I kinda slipped? It was silly but I'm fine. It's probably nothing, but it kinda explains why I was late?..." The boy sighed "Sorry" He finished speaking. It was like he didn't bother to properly act nonchalant anymore, doubt making its way into his tone the more he spoke.

Simon shook his head and gruntled softly, then gave his back to the boy and waited for him to climb. He watched the green light with the corner of his vision as the hero turned into a normal seventeen year old boy, then started walking towards their hotel carrying him. Adrien trembled, the insulation provided by the magic suit no longer protecting him from the cold. Simon wasn't sure how good of an idea was to come to this particular corner of the country in the middle of winter.

"This place is surprisingly full of drunk people, I had to stop two fights and it's not even that late yet" The boy started chatting. He never did much before, when they were just a model and his bodyguard. Simon grunted.