Matias looked down the hall and followed Dante inside the room. The floorboards underneath his feet creaked softly with every step he took. He was blinded for just a moment as the shades went up, the sun in close range to the window. Once his vision returned, he looked towards the bed, envious that it wasn't his. It was stripped by Dante and pressed upon by Midnight's body being gently laid on top. The creak from her weight was barely audible.

"Let me know if you need anything," Matias said, I'll be here waiting for the others."

He perched himself by the window, looking out. From here he could see a bit of the city bustling in all its golden obnoxiousness. On occasion he looked back at Midnight to see how she was doing, but he remained where he sat.