Every part of Victor wanted this man to agree to kissing him again and at first there had been no doubt in his mind he would. The guy seemed to like kissing him before, and his miid had indeed been brightened when it happened. A small part of him was a bit scared but he also knew he really wanted that kiss. Well, maybe not really wanted, but he wanted it enough. Perhaps he was just too afraid to admit that fully but he hoped the reassuring look he was giving him showed him that he wanted the kiss. Or maybe it really didnâ€™t. A bright smile appeared on his face for a moment when Mathias looked at him but soon that smile had faded away completely. From the looks of things he was not going to be kissed a third time. All his previous thoughts were shot down and a slightly disappointed look showed on his face for a few moments before passing.<br/><br/>It was understandable that Mathias did not want to force him but in all honesty he didnâ€™t really feel like he was being forcedâ€¦was he? After all the man had given him a choice and he gave a positive response right? Victor sighed heavily as quite a few thoughts ran through his mind. There was no look of relief on his face, only a look of understanding to an extent as well as confusion maybe some remaining disappointment etched in as well. He felt like an idiot for accepting it, knowing he shouldnâ€™t have seemed soâ€¦ desperate, fake, or whatever else. The hug was enough for now, right? Once again he found himself feeling a bit awkward. Pulling away from the hug, he decided to just lie down on the bed and close his eyes. He could still feel the warmth from their hug. At least that was enough to make him feel better, he decided.<br/><br/>â€œAlrightâ€¦ sorryâ€¦â€ was all he said in a slight murmur. There was another moment of silence before he suddenly spoke again â€œSo, how much longer until we land?â€ The question was more of a thought that flew out of his mouth unintentionally. He had tried to hold it back but couldnâ€™t; perhaps there was even some slight resentment in his tone. However he was not angry with Mathias; in the back of his mind he knew he couldnâ€™t stay angry with him. It was wrong what he had done to him, yes, but perhaps it was wrong to imply that he wanted him to kiss him seemingly against his will. Or was it really against his will? Victor had caught on to that invitation from earlier so he was surprised he had been turned down, yes, but again he had been given a choice. He chose yes. So maybe he was just still puzzled about everything? This trip was confusing.<br/><br/>He was confusing himself. Situations like this took timeâ€¦ what the hell was he thinking? Besides he knew damn well his father would skin him alive if he found out about all this. The thought made hum shudder. And speak of the Devil, his phone went off and it was him again. Victor swallowed hard, â€œIâ€™ll be back in a moment, have to take this call.â€ He told Mathias before he went out of the room and into the lounge area. He hesitated to answer and when he did his father was furious. Since he could never really tell with that man, considering his voice was somewhat calm, he was not sure if he was mad about something or was just being a â€˜normalâ€™ father and checking in on his son. As if he could ever have a â€˜normalâ€™ father he said to himself, mentally, while his father gave him a stupid lecture on behaving himself. Since he started working Victor lost count of how many times that lecture was heard. When it was over and his father hanged up on him he was relieved.<br/><br/>Quietly, he went back into the room and lay back on the bed. â€œSorry about that.â€ Was all Victor had said before he closed his eyes and did his best to relax. â€œWake me up once we hit the ground.â€