"Weeell I don't think his princess would like me stealing away her prince. And I'm pretty sure he only liked me for my body." Caboose grins a little at his own joke but the expression softens to something a whole lot more sweeter, more quietly, deeply happy.

"And besides... you like me for me. For- uh. Even for all the pieces that don't quite fit together again. That's better than any prince or any castle. Even in Disney land."