Busted. Even if he hadn't slipped up, apparently his thoughts being broadcast to everyone in sight would be enough to out him. Matt throws an awkward, slightly nervous smile in Caspar's direction. "Yeah, he was. I'm... really kind of bad at sitting around when there's something I can do to help."



Though he's not exactly close enough to call Caspar a friend just yet, Matt has had some bad experiences with revealing his other side to people, as if they think he should have 'fessed up to it the moment they met. When is the good time to tell your acquaintances that you're a blind vigilante? He's never figured it out.