“Oh. My God,” Rapunzel replies, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She loves Sweeney so much, and he probably meant well, but right now she kind of wants to climb him and get her hands around his giant neck.

“I— I don’t know why he did that,” she tells him, and then wrinkles her nose guiltily. “Okay, I do know, but he shouldn’t have. We’re okay. Why wouldn’t we be okay?”

Her mind goes back to that aborted kiss and she bites her lip, face falling a bit. “Sweeney is just very protective of me, Keys. He’s been there for me through a lot of hurt.”