[He opens the door and steps back to let her in. Enjoy your fetish, Rapunzel. It is, thankfully, pretty clean; he's not organized, but he'd put away the worst of things, and he's not gross, either. Acceptable from a teenage boy.]

You like it? I mean . . . you're like, the hair queen, so comin' from you that means a lot! Ha ha . . . I always feel kinda like a dork when it's down in my face like this, though.

[Still, a vast improvement over the shaved head of years past. He pushes his bangs back from his face, closing the door behind them with a light push and heading for the bathroom door, eyes still on her. It's not that he doesn't trust her—it's just pleasantly fascinating seeing a girl like her in his place, even for totally innocent reasons.]

You're looking good too, but I could say that every time I see you!