Not sure what I'm doing, but I'm doing something.
Cooper feels a bit rueful at the fact that surprise was so apparent on Oliver's face, something that was incredibly impacted by his own relentless gaslighting. Leaving an unwelcomely heavy burden on his conscious, further reminding him of why he didn’t work well with humans or any other creatures in general. “Oh, that seems plausible...” He muses out loud, a thick knot clotting uncomfortably inside his throat making his voice strangely quavery. It scratches unpleasant against his ears, feeling as scratchy and rough against his eardrums as sandpaper against a surface, and it pulls involuntarily at the tips of his lips. Cooper was becoming more and more agitated at the sudden shift in character, he wasn’t usually one who had too many mishaps or had trouble keeping his thoughts together and his emotions well buried. This year was further proving to be much more tiresome than his first impression. “How has your grandmother been doing?” He asks, hoping that the change in subject will help the air between the two to be comparatively cleared.