*His eyes widened slightly when he noticed Alphonse was giving him that look. It was the same look that he was afraid of. He moved away slowly and sat on the foot of the bed. What was this? Was he actually afraid of Alphonse? Alright, maybe a little. After all, the only thing that could kill Pride was one of his kind and that's what Al was now. He leaned up and reached out a hand then smoothed out the others hair gently.*

You shouldn't be so greedy. That's bad manners.