His eyes close.
And . . . open.
Eugene doesn't remember more. Isn't sure how A went to C, but Rapunzel's looking at him like she can't decide whether she's dreaming so he skips over the "how" and "why" and goes for the joke. Something about having a "thing" for brunettes. It's not true—at least, it's never been, till now.
But it does look lovely on you.
"Eugene!" she says, and he catches her when she leaps. Holds her tight to keep her from slipping—and maybe a little extra, just for him.
She's his new dream.
Weird, he thinks. But true.
I don't own Tangled.