Unfortunately, it's not that easy to change (what you believe know is) a fundamental truth about who you are as a person. Cobalt is unlovable and gullible and stupid in the same way that he's tall and his hair is black. It's just how he is.
However, even in middle of this (normal and routine) horrible nightmare maelstrom of insecurity, suspicion, terror, heartbreak, and shame (which happens every time this subject is ever broached) he feels... appreciative, that Intensity cared enough to try. It's stuff like that that helps him feel cared for and comforted, even though he's... the way he is.
That said, he is also extremely grateful for the opportunity to stop talking (and thinking) about this.
[If Intensity is even feeling those emotions of uncertainty, he doesn't show it. (That's denial - his best quality.) And instead there is just the steady thrum of enjoying someone's company, the comfortable ease of not having to put on airs, plus the added thrill of being goaded to show off.
The roof is down so he hops dramatically into the driver's seat without opening the car door.]
[All of this is just... terribly endearing. He tries to smother that thought (what if Intensity hears it?!) but makes no effort to conceal the growing sense of appreciation for this kindness, or the way happiness is gradually starting to replace the gnawing sense of dread from a moment before.
Amused, he gets into the car and fastens his seatbelt like a normal person.]
[Hope you're buckled up, Cobalt. Because he's flooring it. The speedometer dangerously wobbling upwards of what's even measured as the tires squeal against the pavement.]
[His back pops in several places as he's pressed into his seat by the amount of G they're probably pulling.
All the bad nonsense in his head is swept away instantly, replaced by the loudest, most giddy exhilaration and manic joy, and completely unshakable trust in Intensity's driving.
For the first time in a while, he feels absolutely zero fear.]
Because they are taking the scenic route as Intensity turns dangerously sharp so they can follow the perimeter of Tokyo Bay.
His own thoughts are clearing blanked out, since he's thoroughly concentrated on driving. But there is the smug satisfaction that distraction is, in fact, legitimate medicine.]
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Unfortunately, it's not that easy to change (what you
believeknow is) a fundamental truth about who you are as a person. Cobalt is unlovable and gullible and stupid in the same way that he's tall and his hair is black. It's just how he is.However, even in middle of this (normal and routine) horrible nightmare maelstrom of insecurity, suspicion, terror, heartbreak, and shame (which happens every time this subject is ever broached) he feels... appreciative, that Intensity cared enough to try. It's stuff like that that helps him feel cared for and comforted, even though he's... the way he is.
That said, he is also extremely grateful for the opportunity to stop talking (and thinking) about this.
Which is to say, he follows.]
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This is probably due to the fact that it drives up to meet them like a well-trained puppy.]
You want to drive?
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—When I have the opportunity to ride in a car you're driving with your mind? No way, I want to see what you can do.
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The roof is down so he hops dramatically into the driver's seat without opening the car door.]
If you insist.
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Amused, he gets into the car and fastens his seatbelt like a normal person.]
Show me what you've got!
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All the bad nonsense in his head is swept away instantly, replaced by the loudest, most giddy exhilaration and manic joy, and completely unshakable trust in Intensity's driving.
For the first time in a while, he feels absolutely zero fear.]
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Because they are taking the scenic route as Intensity turns dangerously sharp so they can follow the perimeter of Tokyo Bay.
His own thoughts are clearing blanked out, since he's thoroughly concentrated on driving. But there is the smug satisfaction that distraction is, in fact, legitimate medicine.]