Rossi had his own appreciation for hands, though his was rooted in the power of touch to bind, connect, tether two people to each other. It was such a simple act, twining fingers together, but there was nothing simple about the emotions it beget. Holding someone's hand very often led to a desire for claiming their heart as well. Many people had held his hands through the years, but never like this, never had they been studied like this before. It was pleasant, to say the least. He let Reid explore, examine, giving him room and silence enough to consider it, what it meant and how he felt.

His own pulse was beating a bit more rapidly, too, something which Reid was sure to detect.