Cohen honestly wasn’t sure how all of this was working, how it was going so well, but he was amazed at the fluidity of it all. It was clear that both of them were generally the type who didn’t mesh easily with others, but yet they were clicking fairly effortlessly with each other. He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled so openly, not to mention frequently, and he didn’t doubt that it had everything to do with Peisinoe rather than some miraculous change in him.
As she commented on their oddness matching with each other’s didn’t sound cheesy to him, quite the opposite actually. Cohen didn’t think that anyone had ever told him before that he was their sort of anything. Except maybe his mother, but honestly who would be thinking about their mother at a time like this? There was definite wonder on his face as he looked at her, that uninhibited smile making an appearance again as he let the warmth such a statement cause settle in him. “I think that is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” he remarked, letting that hand move through his hair before falling to his side as he tried not to look as flustered as he felt. “Even if confirmation that I am odd is a little disappointing.” This time, he felt like the humor was successful, or at the very least his smile made it quite clear that Peisinoe had hit the nail on the head and he didn’t mind one bit.
His head tilted as she laughed, the sound delightful to him but also curious since he didn’t understand how nobody could have ever thought that about her before. “I’m starting to get the feeling you haven’t been surrounded by the right people for most of your life,” he remarked, which was accompanied by a wry smile, but his eyes were sincere as he looked at her. Of course her explanation about how people on the surface tended to behave explained some of it, though Cohen still felt it was a lot to do with people not giving her the credit she deserved often enough. “I have never been very good at playing games?” he said with a shrug. “I tend to just not say anything if I fear it will upset someone, or I say it and look stupid inevitably.” He didn’t really pick up on the warning that might be lying underneath her words, but his own were exactly the counter he would have made if he’d been intuitive. Ironic, considering his species was known for empathetic intuition. “But I’m glad it makes you happy, because I like you too, and want to be close to you. Obviously.” It would have been kind of silly if he’d gone through all this trouble for so long to find her and that were not the case. Still, he offered an apologetic smile, knowing such dedication could be perceived as extreme.
Once she had finished what she was doing in the kitchen, giving him some time to collect himself from this overabundance of sensation just being here and knowing that if he wanted to touch her or even maybe kiss her that she wouldn’t think he was overstepping caused, he couldn’t help but smile at the way she talked about her show. “That sounds…interesting,” he assessed, though it was clear he wasn’t convinced. “I’m sure it’s funny, at least.” He would obviously watch it if she felt the need to share it with him, though it was largely because Cohen just liked being near her rather than any true interest. Could it be that bad if she was so fond of it? The topic turned to Star Trek and his mother, which brought bittersweet memories to the surface that shifted the expression on his face. He could see her wonder as she listened, and he felt a tug in his chest as she mentioned wanting to hear more about her. Nobody had asked about his mother in so long, he didn’t realize how much he’d been keeping bottled up. He managed a nod, trying to speak but unable to do so for a moment. “I think I would, actually,” he finally managed, voice a little tight until he cleared his throat. “Just maybe not today?” He would much rather focus on her and this delightful new whatever it was today.