[He's watching his doll, closely. Each movement, each time his fingertips even came close to touching that skin, and the moment that his hand acctually came in contact with her skin. His fingers still picked at the skin around his knuckles. Owl knows what he could do holding his doll, his partner.

Moving to speak he was cut off by Pain's question.]

It's... A secret.

[It seems his hand started bleeding, without even noticing. How odd, yet he keeps picking at where he had opened a wound. Then came an unintentional small laugh making him shift awkwardly.]

Osan...