Keys comes inside and Rapunzel shuts the door against the late night chill, shivering a bit as she turns to look at him. His hair is a charming mess, sticking up wildly in places, and she itches to get her fingers into it.

“Hi,” she says again, fidgeting a bit before giving into the urge to press up onto her toes and throw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly with her cheek pressed to his chest. “Thank you for coming. And I’m sorry that Sweeney scared you. If it makes you feel any better, he’s pretty much like that with everyone.”