Cohen didn’t really think before he moved to brush the strand of hair out of her face. It was odd considering he didn’t really like people touching him without asking, though there wasn’t exactly a way to take it back now. He could still remember doing it that night, which admittedly they’d been rather full of alcohol on, and it was a natural instinct. Luckily, Peisinoe didn’t seem to mind. Or if she did then she didn’t let on or slap him or tell him to get off her doorstep so Cohen felt pretty safe. He had half worried that he’d imagined everything that happened that night, or that the alcohol had affected his brain and skewed his perception of things. The way she drew out the touch with a lingering dance of fingertips along his wrist and palm, however, proved that was not the case.
He flushed a little at the contact, not quite sure what to say or do now that he was here honestly. He was fairly certain just standing there and staring at her wasn’t the acceptable course of action, though he couldn’t exactly help himself. Especially not when she repeated his name as if testing how it sounded on her tongue. It sounded good coming from her lips, which perhaps was a bit of an odd thought to have but Cohen thankfully didn’t voice the thought. He did nod after Peisinoe repeated it, because of course she was asking for confirmation or response rather than just simply repeating it so she wouldn’t forget right? Oh well. There wasn’t much he could do about himself at the moment. “I’m not sure if like is the correct word, but I guess she didn’t think I was creepy enough to not give the address to so.” He shrugged a little, his smile a bit crooked as he ran a hand through his hair. “She called it ‘romantic’, though,” he added, almost as an afterthought. Cohen still wasn’t sure that was the right word for it either but it was better than creepy.
A look of surprise crossed his face as she commented on how he had listened, which honestly amazed him both because she didn’t seem to think people usually listened and because she wasn’t put off by his incessant rambling. “Of course I did?” he eventually managed, giving Peisinoe an odd look as he said it. “Is that not what I’m supposed to do?” A teasing smile now, though he was honestly a little concerned he might have done something more socially awkward than normal. Cohen typically was a little better with people, though it seemed whatever…pull or attraction or what have you that he felt for this woman made his brain-to-mouth circuits short completely. “You definitely don’t have to thank me. I should be thanking you for not slamming the door in my face with all this rambling.” He quirked his lips, resisting the urge to let his eyes follow her vague gesture at herself to indicate she wasn’t exactly in top form at the moment. He definitely would beg to differ.
“I would love to,” he said, a bit of relief moving over his face at the invitation. He had passed the first trial, so to speak. “I promise not to judge it too harshly on that demerit,” he added, his smile indicating that he did not care at all whether they were in Montana or the Arctic. He was just glad Peisinoe hadn’t sent him away.