[Cobb has already proven himself to be someone no one minds the empathy bond with because he's steady. It's not that he's never angry or lacks emotions, he's not calm the way the Jedi are or try to be, he's just centered. He's got his shit figured out and he's at home in his skin in a way not a lot of people are. He likes to think that so far they've made a good team. They're very different people from different planets, but he feels like he's known her longer. From the moment they met he knew he was in trouble, and he's been proven right in the best ways.
He can tell he's getting through to her by the way her body language changes and while he can't read minds, he's pretty good at reading people. She reminds him of Issa, and not in the way that he's trying to replace her, because they've got history no one can replace. But rather he has a type. Strong, smart, sassy women who have this inner vulnerability that just sort of calls to him. He has a deep instinct to take care of her, this secretly sweet woman of his.
The hand to his heart was a romantic gesture and he willingly moves closer to her. She can't touch him but he can touch her, releasing her hand to run his fingers through her hair, his other hand cupping her cheek and caressing it gently. He'd love to pull her into a kiss to make all this easier, he's had fantasies of only kissing her for hours, might be the whole forbidden aspect of it that stays in his mind.]
Especially then, sweetheart. 'Cause we're not just lovers, we're friends. And I'm more loyal to them than anythin' else.
[ Cobb kicks off his boots since he plans on getting on her bed and he's polite, almost all of him covered thanks to the long sleeves, scarf, and pants. His actual style suits her lack of skin touch pretty well, all things considered. He moves up onto the bed, his limbs so long even if he's still ridiculously skinny. ]
C'mere.
[ Cobb pats his chest and opens his arms to her, encouraging her to come snuggle up to him or rest on him if she wants. His head's the only real open skin she needs to worry about. He thinks she could use some good affection at the moment.]
You trust me with that necklace, so try to trust me on the rest, yeah? I know what I want.
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Date: 2021-03-19 03:58 am (UTC)He can tell he's getting through to her by the way her body language changes and while he can't read minds, he's pretty good at reading people. She reminds him of Issa, and not in the way that he's trying to replace her, because they've got history no one can replace. But rather he has a type. Strong, smart, sassy women who have this inner vulnerability that just sort of calls to him. He has a deep instinct to take care of her, this secretly sweet woman of his.
The hand to his heart was a romantic gesture and he willingly moves closer to her. She can't touch him but he can touch her, releasing her hand to run his fingers through her hair, his other hand cupping her cheek and caressing it gently. He'd love to pull her into a kiss to make all this easier, he's had fantasies of only kissing her for hours, might be the whole forbidden aspect of it that stays in his mind.]
Especially then, sweetheart. 'Cause we're not just lovers, we're friends. And I'm more loyal to them than anythin' else.
[ Cobb kicks off his boots since he plans on getting on her bed and he's polite, almost all of him covered thanks to the long sleeves, scarf, and pants. His actual style suits her lack of skin touch pretty well, all things considered. He moves up onto the bed, his limbs so long even if he's still ridiculously skinny. ]
C'mere.
[ Cobb pats his chest and opens his arms to her, encouraging her to come snuggle up to him or rest on him if she wants. His head's the only real open skin she needs to worry about. He thinks she could use some good affection at the moment.]
You trust me with that necklace, so try to trust me on the rest, yeah? I know what I want.