[He shivers, a little - ducks his head a little more, to keep his face hidden, expression carefully blank]

[Inside, it feels like he's drowning; the water is higher than he thought, and Cobalt feels so much, and it's hard not to let his own feelings spiral out of control, caught in a feedback loop]

[He is not entirely successful, and that feels dangerous, too. Everything is very warm, and a little helpless, and a little alarmed]

[It takes him a long couple of seconds to reply]



...sure. What kind of thing do you want?