The touch seems to be alright. Inigo doesn't try to stop her, at least, nor does he really shy away from the touch - although that might be slightly hard to do, sitting on top of the suitcases like this. He's probably just fall off if he tried to move away from Rapunzel.

But no matter whether that's the reason for it or not, he doesn't move. Inigo just passively accepts the comfort, even though it doesn't seem to make him look much better just yet. The hurt runs too deep for him to cheer up so easily.

"I don't like sad Inigo," he quietly admits to her. Apparently it's a hard thing to say, since he doesn't look at Rapunzel as he says it, instead just staring out in front of him. "I'm at my best when I'm cheering others up. That's the one thing I'm great at."

Or, well, it's the one thing he genuinely believes he's great at outside of his usual fake bravado.

"I can't do that while I'm like this. I'll just make others feel bad too."