Rapunzel doesn't sleep well, and she does wind up wrapped up in her hair overnight like a golden-cocooned butterfly. She's still dozing fitfully when the sun comes up.
"Yeah, I know that one. I think it's not as weird as the other ones, but still weird compared to how I've heard it before."
"Huh. Maybe I can get a proper music teacher and they'll be able to tell me."
"I'd start writing about the - thing but I don't think I have time to get very far."
"Well, on the one hand, I keep smiling at you and giving you weird inexplicable feelings that you don't have time to figure out yet. On the other hand, you don't seem to be entirely complaining about the feelings, just somewhat about their characteristic of being weird and inexplicable. And I like smiling at you."
"Frankly I'm not even sure how much figuring I'm going to be able to do with what I have. Maybe I don't have the vocabulary for whatever it is even if I figure out all its parts."
"I'll try to help if you want, but - as far as I can guess what the weird and inexplicable feelings might be, which isn't all that far in the first place, I don't have much of a vocabulary for them either. I could say 'I think maybe you like me' and that's about as precise as it gets."
"Yeah. See? Not nearly precise enough to be useful." Also he is Definitely Smiling now. "I'm glad you like me," he adds.
He hugs her. "I'm glad I can help. I want to keep being here for you for as long as you want me to."
"I think even after I am more comfortable with my - parents, I will probably still want you around."
"You just keep doing that, it's getting to the point where it's just funny. All I'm doing is existing and having a conversation and you keep smiling at me like I'm - I don't even know."
"Like I love you," he supplies. "That's how I'm smiling at you. And you did just say you're still going to want me around after you're comfortable with your parents, I think that's a smile-worthy occasion even on top of you just existing and being inherently delightful."