"Good. I like having you here," Rapunzel assures him. She had been worried that she would feel guilty, sharing this bed with someone who isn't Peter, but she's been coming to terms with her conflicted feelings there. Like Sweeney said-- Peter wouldn't want her to be alone forever. He would want her to be happy. She has to believe that to be true for any of this to work.

Keys kisses her and Rapunzel hums, arching lazily into his hand as she curls her fingers around his bicep, squeezing as she returns the kiss. They both taste a little sour from sleep, but she doesn't mind. It feels so nice to be kissed like this so early in the morning, when she's still sleepy and relaxed. It sends a flare of warmth through her, nipples going stiff under the thin fabric of her nightgown.