There is paint in her hair and on her hands, her face is scrunched in an unattractive manner in concentration, and she is wearing one of his old shirts she borrowed and never returned, but in that moment it hits him like ton of bricks. He loves her. He loves her utterly and completely. His heart sinks. A little too late to realise it now, she has a boyfriend after all and they seem perfectly happy together. Ferdinand is just the best friend slash roommate. So instead of telling he asks "Tea?".
Rapunzel looked up from her studious painting and smiled at him, then stretched, pulling her arms high above her head. “Tea sounds great, thanks!” she confirmed. “I could really use a break!”











