He's forgotten exactly when Sabine Dupain-Cheng looked him in the eyes and told him matter-of-factly that he was welcome any time he needed to be there. Or how many times he's taken her up on that offer, creating things with his hands that bring people happiness instead of destruction.

She hadn't thought about it when the butterfly came flirting through the window, slapping it with the broom they used to tidy the workspace, and now, even as he braced to run away from what kind of akuma she would become, he could hear her cursing out Hawkmoth for being a failure of a human being in as many languages as she had access to.