Truth to tell, Peisinoê wasn't always pro being touched by people other than Parthenope. It was perhaps a symptom of her sometimes prickly personality, the way she had at times felt so isolated growing up, or just an inescapable quirk. As a doctor she was used to invading other people's space, not having her own reached into. But instead of irritation at his boldness with touching her hair, she felt her cheeks flush at the gentle and considerate gesture. Well. So much for the effect he had on her being purely due to the alcohol or the party atmosphere.
Warm. Oh, she had almost forgotten that somehow. Warm hands, warm heart, isn't that what she said? Shit, how embarrassing was that? Not the worst though, clearly, because he was here. And having already passed muster with Parthenope clearly, or he wouldn't be here. That made her relax even more, because her sister was a bit strange and sometimes as socially clueless as she was, but her intuition and instincts about people were more reliable than anyone else she had ever met. That included trained Psychologists.
And you know, if that meant she felt a little less strange for being a bit slow to let go of his hand, letting her fingertips draw across his wrist and palm to draw out the contact? Well. That wasn't something she was going to regret. Frankly, Peisinoê didn't get many moments like this, and it had her feeling a bit bold, but only as bold as he was. Because when you were new to the land (relatively) and as awkward as she was, sometimes you had to gauge your behavior by other people who seemed 'normal'.
"Cohen." It was familiar, though she couldn't pinpoint why as she rolled it across her tongue, memorizing it like it was a special equation she would need for an important experiment. The fact that he had managed to run into Parthenope in the narrow window between her starting it and after they met seemed like such a stroke of luck, "It's not creepy. I'm glad she likes you, though I'm not surprised, she has good judgment of character." Which sounded like an odd compliment, though not as odd as him apparently apologizing for...saying she's the prettier Twin? Oh. Well.
That was different. The apology and the opinion, but there was one part of it that she really latched onto, "You really listened to me that night, didn't you?" It seemed they had a shared habit of word vomit, Cohen and her. Usually, she was either accused of talking far too much or not enough, rarely finding a comfortable middle. So people retaining things she said (outside of tutoring and the like) was not the most normal occurrence. "Thank you for listening and well - " A vague gesture at her face instead of thinking I'm pretty which sounded awkward even in her head, "I'm not exactly pageant material right now but do you want to come inside? It's not a ranch in Montana, but it's warmer than the front step?" That last bit was nervous, because what if he decided she wasn't worth it now that she wasn't in makeup and a party dress? Or just while they were both sober? Or didn't have the time? Was this some societal norm she was breaking? Something?