Cohen wasn't too proud to admit that he'd stood outside the door for far longer than was probably acceptable as he tried to gather his nerve. He was honestly surprised none of the neighbors had poked their heads out to demand what he was doing just hanging out there and not knocking. It wasn't like he was exactly hard to miss given his height, though he also wasn't trying to be inconspicuous either. He was more concerned with what it would be like to see Peisinoe again. Would she remember him? Would she even care that it had been so long?
Most importantly: would she think he was weird for just showing up when they still hadn't technically introduced themselves?
After what seemed like ages, he finally decided that he was here and he might as well just do the thing. It would be stupid for him to have come all this way, to have carried on a conversation with her sister to get this address, only to walk away when he was right outside the door. So Cohen raised his hand to knock, stepping back a little after he did so in order to not seem as overeager as he felt. Was there a way to make yourself not look like you'd been anticipating this? Maybe he should work on his face before the door opened.
There was no time for him to do so, however. The door opened, and he was suddenly staring at Peisinoe as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have been. She looked confused at first, which wasn't the best reaction, though eventually her expression widened into some sort of recognition. Cohen's lips quirked in a shy sort of smile at her exclamation, and he ran a hand through his hair instinctively as she just watched him for several long moments. He wasn't exactly sure what to say himself, but he was fairly certain the fact that both of them were just gaping at each other would be laughable to anyone who was capable of successfully carrying on conversation.
"Hi," he finally returned, which wasn't as proper as her greeting but it was all he could think of.