Eugene feels something warm unfold in his chest. He slings an arm around Rapunzel's waist and holds her close, nuzzling her neck with his nose. "Thanks Blondie," he says into her neck's nape.

He thinks about her second question, moving his face to Rapunzel's shoulder so that he could speak without muffle. "Hmm, well, they didn't throw me out when they saw him, and seeing as I haven't gotten any pink slips lately, I'd say we're good to go."