No more songs, my apologies.

"Sir you surely don't want us to share a bed now, do you?" Nathalie glared at her boss with concern whilst the man beside her hurried to try and form an answer which wouldn't make his assistant think he's some weird, creepy guy.
However all the designer could get out was some awful nonsensical mumbling:

"Well Nath..." Gabriel began "I-I can sleep in the guest bedroom, or y-you can if you'd feel very uncomfortable next to me. I don't blame you" he sighed sadly after the last few words.
Yet the dark haired woman took no pity on him and just harshly replied:

"Great sir, so then I'll take the guest bedroom."

"Are you sure you'll be comfortable there? I-I mean that y-you know we aren't f-fully done with turning that room into a bedroom s-so-"

"I'm sure I'll be more comfortable and safe then I'd feel here." Nathalie explained to which her superior almost gasped, but he managed to keep his reaction to himself and not let her see what damage those words have done to him.

Nevertheless, although Gabriel didn't show a reaction he still felt a bit offended and couldn't help but think of what might've made her say such things.

Maybe it was the way he behaved, with his son, and the fact that he never actually spent time with Adrien at all, or maybe it could've been that he was constantly talking to the portrait of his long lost wife.

Well either of those things would make a sane person worry, so the designer couldn't say that his assistant's behavior was 'strange'.

"S-sir...Sir....SIR!" A yell, then a punch, soon the grey haired man focused back into reality as he felt Nathalie's hit.

"Y-yes?!?!" He uttered "What is it???!"

"Sir I was asking if you have any spare blankets or pillows which I could use for tonight as the guest bedroom has none!"

"Well-...I don't think so-"

"OH COME ON!" The assistant completely lost it there "YOU'RE EITHER GOT TO BE KIDDING WITH ME OR YOU'RE TRYING TO GET ME IN BED WITH YOU!!" She screamed and shouted totally shocking her boss who just speechlessly shook his head:

"W-what? W-why the hell-"

"ITS BECAUSE YOURE NOT COOPERATING WITH ME!! YOU REALLY JUST DONT WANT ME TO LEAVE, DO YOU?!?"

"N-Nathalie I-...I swear I don't want anything from you. I-...I'd never even want to sleep with you or anything, I'm a married man!"

"YEAH RIGHT! MARRIED MY ASS-" she punched him before beginning to cry and soon fall apart to the point where she'd collapsed before the man himself.

And then, as Nathalie continued to sob on the floor and she could no longer speak at all Gabriel felt something he has felt just when he lost his Emilie.
Guilt.
It suddenly hit him like a train, and soon enough, before he knew it, the grey haired man himself kneeled down next to his assistant, and almost as if some magical force would've overtaken his body, Gabriel lovingly wrapped his arms around the sobbing woman, then whispered:

"Nath look I'm so sorry, I-I don't know w-what a bitch I've been over these p-past few days b-but-"

"No sir!" She interrupted, quietly and weakly "I-It's my fault! I-....I don't even know how to explain it but ever since I've used-I MEAN-ever since I met this person-...h-he-...h-he made me get so emotional! Suddenly I can't control my emotions and I just feel like a useless piece of shit!" She yelled "S-so I-it's not y-you that made m-me mad-...I'm just too sensitive nowadays! I overreact too much!" The woman sighed hopelessly as she made eye contact with her boss for a second, and after he'd seen all that pain and misery in her eyes, Gabriel knew that something got his assistant feeling way too sad.
Not even he could let this slide, although the designer himself usually never interfered with his employee's private life, now he knew he had to.

"Well maybe that person is a bad influence because you are most definitely not useless!" The man suggested, yet the woman in his arms vigorously shook her head.

"N-no-...It's not him-...It's me! B-because I-...I have this thing..." she didn't continue, only looked up at the grey haired man and waited until he asked:

"What thing Nathalie?"

"This thing" she whispered, a little worried and anxious, but also partly awkward and embarrassed.
After all she was in her superior's arms, and never in her 15 years of working for Gabriel Agreste had Nathalie experienced such closeness with the man.

Yet now as she got used to this new surprisingly pleasant feeling, it almost felt as if they would've done this like every other day. Holding onto each other.
But no, it was completely new, however the great haired man's oddly comforting and confident behavior made his assistant feel as if this would've been a usual thing for the two of them.

Anyway, focusing back into reality, the dark haired woman found herself still in the arms of her boss, the only difference being that now only one of his arms was wrapped around her, because with his other hand, Gabriel softly petted the woman's back.

"So what thing is it Nath that you were talking about?"

"A-....a thing....t-that I use to make me better...to make me someone else!" She vaguely spoke about the peacock miraculous, but as if it was something different, something every average human had.

"Drugs?"

"WHAT NO!"

"Hallucinogenics?"

"GABRIEL!!" She screamed "I don't have a drug addiction damn it!!"

"Well then what is it that turns you into a different person?!?!"

"I-...y-you know! I-Its kinda like putting on a prettier dress and making yourself appear 'nicer' as they say!"

"S-so you basically just get ready for him?" The man questioned, now his state frustrated, his eyebrows furrowed, and his arm wrapped more securely around her.

"Basically!" Nathalie stuttered as she felt her boss's grip getting even tighter and even stronger.
He seemed to get real mad as the woman rambled on about another guy.
But why?
Did he feel some type of way about her?
Or was he just looking out for her? Like a friend. Because friends always do that. They care for you.

Nevertheless, as the assistant shook her head she still didn't see a change in her superior's angry glare.
So with all of her courage gathered up she carefully moved the palm of her hand onto the man's cheek, and after placing it there, she muttered: "B-but-...now that I've been this 'other' version of myself-...I can't quite seem to go back into the old version. You know the always cold, boring, strict looking Nathalie. Now I'm so-...so emotional, a-and-...and weird!"

"Sowing emotions isn't weird Nath!" Gabriel returned the gesture by also placing his palm on Nathalie's cheek and leaning close so that their noses were basically touching now "We're just not used to it, but I'm sure that the both of us-"

"Its not like that sir!" She suddenly jumped the second that his breath felt way to close to her face.
Just a second more in that position and he could've kissed her.
Oh he could've kissed her, if only Nathalie didn't mess it up for herself.

She sighed, shook her head, and got up from the floor, dusting her work attire off as if it would've gotten dirty from the man.

"I feel like I'm having a breakdown every second!" She spat "T-this 'thing' is making me sick and is also ruining me!"

"Well-well maybe then stop all of it!" Her superior suggested as he got up after her "Quit getting ready for this special someone, because they're never really worth it if they don't love you for who you truly are, with or without makeup and all those pretty clothes. They need to accept, adore the real Nathalie, not the one who looks pitch perfect every second. Alright?"

"I-..." she was on the very verge of tears, and just those few words made the tears appear faster than ever "Oh Gabriel if only it would be that easy!" The woman totally collapsed all over again.
Except instead of the floor, it was now the grey haired man's chest which she found support on.

"What do you mean? Is it not?" He questioned.

"N-no-...that person w-won't understand!" She cried, her crystal eyes shining brightly from all the tears "P-plus-...who would like such a disappointing looking woman who has such a dissatisfying love life! I-...I'm just lonely and desperate at this point!"

"Oh Nath, so am I." The designer chuckled "But you see I still don't think I'm such a loser-...well-...actually never mind..."

"At least you had someone who loved you and adored you! I never did!"

"Gosh Nathalie, now you're making me sad, especially since you know that I want the best for you!"

"You do?" An unsure question came with an anxious, shaking voice from Nathalie's mouth as she lifted her head to stare into the greyish blueish eyes of her boss. "You really do?"

"Well of course" he smiled down at her, lovingly, without noticing at all, that he gave her affection which two only 'work-partners' shouldn't have shared "you deserve a very loving significant other who gives you all the love and support in the world, and if I could, I would try to find that person myself, however unfortunately I'm clueless when it comes to your taste in partners."

To be continued-

Sorry this chapter was badly written, idk what happened.