He sits when she does, waiting for her to tell him. Maybe it's presumptuous, but he's got a feeling she'll say something eventually and he wants to at least give her the chance before he starts asking her all kinds of questions.

Not that he would do that either. He'd probably just sit here in silence.

But she speaks and Roy's brows draw together and he says, "Fuck. Christ, Rapunzel, that's fuckin' shite."

Maybe not the most sympathetic thing to say, but he's not sure what else to say. It's shite.