Cobb's tall and thin frame is even more pronounced when he's dressed down like this, scrawny as can be although he's got lean muscular tone in his arms and legs, from a life of fighting and scrapping. But he doesn't have any bulk to him; no one does on Tatooine, outside of the rich or the people who serve the rich. "You didn't," he assures her. "Haven't figured out my sleeping schedule yet here." It's all over the place currently, and maybe he'll always be a sporadic sleeper, as long as it's something he adjusts to.
His eyebrows go straight up at that little bit of information, glancing at the necklace. He doesn't really get how that's possible, but to be fair, he doesn't know how her powers work either. The supernatural is not part of his world, he isn't a Jedi or Jedi-adjacent. He's not so sure he likes that she was wearing this on a wedding night if she's acting so uncomfortable about it now. That seems like something that should be a good memory, not a complicated one.
Cobb can tell something's troubling her so he sits closer, also keeping an eye out for the open patches of skin, so the safest bet is touching her hair. It's mostly up but there's some strands free and he just pats the top of her head as comfortingly as he can. Not that she's acting like she needs it, but maybe she is. He has very good instincts about people. "I'm a former slave, Rogue, I've got a complicated relationship with collars myself."
He's not sure if she means it the same way, but that sort of strange dread from just a simple object at least is familiar. Cobb doesn't often speak clearly about his time as a slave, for a few reasons, but everything about himself comes from that central start. Like most people. "We could toss it out the airlock, if that'd help."
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Date: 2021-02-21 02:37 am (UTC)His eyebrows go straight up at that little bit of information, glancing at the necklace. He doesn't really get how that's possible, but to be fair, he doesn't know how her powers work either. The supernatural is not part of his world, he isn't a Jedi or Jedi-adjacent. He's not so sure he likes that she was wearing this on a wedding night if she's acting so uncomfortable about it now. That seems like something that should be a good memory, not a complicated one.
Cobb can tell something's troubling her so he sits closer, also keeping an eye out for the open patches of skin, so the safest bet is touching her hair. It's mostly up but there's some strands free and he just pats the top of her head as comfortingly as he can. Not that she's acting like she needs it, but maybe she is. He has very good instincts about people. "I'm a former slave, Rogue, I've got a complicated relationship with collars myself."
He's not sure if she means it the same way, but that sort of strange dread from just a simple object at least is familiar. Cobb doesn't often speak clearly about his time as a slave, for a few reasons, but everything about himself comes from that central start. Like most people. "We could toss it out the airlock, if that'd help."