"Life can be fuckin' shite," he agrees, since she'd seemed to like the expression earlier. It's still a bit strange for him, sitting here with bloody Rapunzel, but he's at least gotten mostly away from thinking of her as a Disney princess. She's a human, just like he is, and right now, she's fucking sad.

He might not be much of a cuddler, but he squeezes her hand back all the same.

"At least you haven't stopped showering," he adds. "Figure that's the real danger point and you don't stink." He makes a show of sniffing the air, hoping to maybe make her laugh. "At least not yet."