There was a strange feeling on his arm. It didn't feel bad, but 'good' was far from how he would explain it, if he could.

He drew his hand back, bringing Deidara's with it, and took the bomb-nin's in both of his, turning it over and around and blinking at the strange thing in the center of his palm. This was interesting.

Each finger, he moved in turn, gentle as he had been with Edward's. First, second, third, fourth, thumb, pads of his own fingers across Deidara's palm, around that strange, cross-ways line, then over it as if tracing a line on a map. So curious, this blonde, quiet not-Edward.

So Pride volunteered a question, and wondered if it would be answered, this time. "What is it?"