“Am I interesting?” She asks, half teasing as Keys moves closer to her. He smells good, feels warm against her side, and in that moment she realizes how long it’s been since she’s been held.

She’s gotten used to not being touched like that again, since Peter, and for some reason the realization is almost devastating. Yes, she hugs her friends, but it isn’t quite the same.

The question surprises her a little, lost in her own troubling thoughts as she was, and she blinks as she tilts her head back to look up with him. Her over shirt falls again, leaving her pale shoulders bare, and her tattoo peeks out from behind the strap of her shirt as she leans forward. There’s a similar design on the ceiling, a golden sun surrounded by swirls of purple, and Rapunzel smiles a little.

“My head, I guess.” She shrugs a little and then bites her lip before glancing over at him. “That sad story I mentioned before— part of it was that I was kept in a tower for eighteen years. All I ever really had was my imagination. I tried to think of bright and sunny things to keep my spirits lifted.”