Following Matt's lead, he sits and leans slightly against the tabletop, holding his hand out even though most of the blood has by now at least dried. He wipes it with a napkin, thinking he should wash his hands but reluctant to leave Matt here alone. He might just up and leave if Harvey does that.

"You can feel," he offers. "If you want to. It looks perfect. No one would know if they didn't know already."