Matias did not move. His hand stayed on the wound as he listened to Midnight speak. His breathing was steady albeit audible. After Midnight spoke Matias took a moment to process what he had heard. A coy smirk flashed on his face for a moment as his throat shot out a harsh chuckle.

"That makes no sense," he said, "We'd have been perfectly fine knowing about your double life, we'd just have to keep quiet about it. And look; now we all know. I don't get the secrecy, at all."

Once he decided that the bleeding had been stabilized, Matias took his hand off. His fingers were practically drenched red. He didn't bother with cleaning them just yet, however; he had a boss to chew out first.