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When Eugene had first laid eyes on her, he felt all the layers fall off of him. The careful persona he had created - Flynn Rider, dashing everyman who ladies wanted and men wanted to be, had disappeared almost at once. His entire heart filled up with a warm, unnamed something, and he was suddenly the young man who had just wanted someone to love, who would love him justly in return.
The girl with the golden hair, Rapunzel, spinner of tales and bestower of hopes and dreams and everything he had ever wanted, held out her hand to him at their wedding a couple of years later. He breathed deeply through his nose and took her hand.
He did not know how to do this, honestly. How to stop being a me and become a we. He had always been a singular; he had never had much care for the affairs or feelings of others, having never had anyone much care for the affairs or feelings of his. Now, this bubbly storm of a girl had stolen all that away from him, and he had never been happier. He felt as though this we he was becoming was not so much a joining of two into a partnership, but more a joining of two into one. It would still be me, but now that me was just her, and his happiness was hers, and vice versa. That was how he would hope that they stayed; these new layers, all in the old places and, somehow, fitting more comfortably than the old layers ever had.