Pride, meanwhile, was content to stay close to Edward, though the little off movement did give him pause, and he blinked at it. Edward's hand was the same, but something about it wasn't. It didn't quite move like a hand was supposed to, even though it had before.

That led one hand to fall to Edward's and take it, the other following, Pride's fingers gentle as he ran them over the metal and pressed each digit back and forth as if testing them, a look of bland... almost-concentration on his face.