Mathias hadn't even cut yet. He had stopped the razor before it cut at all, just sitting, staring at the tool. His mind was blank, yet crowded with insignificant thoughts.<br/><br/>That was when Victor punched him. He dropped the razor, falling sideways slightly, one hand reaching up to hold his jaw. He glanced up at Victor in surprise and listened to him lecture him, then looked away, not saying anything. He flinched when Victor mentioned the men following the blood trail, then slowly stood, picking up the razor and replacing it in the shower.<br/><br/>He whispered a soft apology, barely heard by Mathias over the pounding of his heart in his ears. He walked past Victor and sat on the bed, running over the information about each enemy of Victor's father's in his mind, mouthing every word he had heard Victor mention about them.<br/><br/>His cell phone vibrating made him jump and he pulled it out of his pocket, then read the message from Kis.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Hey, Boo. You doing alright? How's the trip? <br/><br/>Fine, how are you.<br/><br/>Oh, you know. Dad pretending he's a fucking genius <br/>when he's not, telling me I'm an idiot for something <br/>or other. I'm ignoring him.<br/><br/>Well, just don't get your phone taken away.<br/><br/>Oh please, Boo. If he was able to do that,<br/>I would have lost contact with you a long time ago. <br/>Hey, when are you coming to visit me?<br/><br/>I don't know. Some shit's happened so...<br/><br/>You okay?<br/><br/>Hurting.<br/><br/>Was he bad?<br/><br/>You could say that. </span><br/><br/>Mathias knew Kis wouldn't answer that last text, she would instead probably be plotting how to hurt the man who hurt her friend. Which was just like Kis.<br/><br/>Impulsive.<br/>Dangerous.<br/>Complicated, yet simple.<br/><br/>He glanced up at Victor, then said, "We'll only be here another day. The meeting is later tonight, so...we have time to rest or whatever. I'm going back to bed." He looked at the man for an 'okay' or whatever sign the man would give, then curled up on his bed, still only in his jeans and sighed softly, hugging the still slightly damp but slowly drying pillow.