As soon as Mathias completely had him in an embrace it felt like Victor had molded into a completely different person. He didnâ€™t seem to worry about how furious his father was going to be if he ever found out about this or the fact he was supposed to give Mathias his space and not really put too much feeling into this. Fuck personal space. That was what was running through his mind among many other things as he sat there holding him. Compassion that he had never felt towards anyone seemed to fill his veins as he embraced this man ever so gently. It was both a frightening thing and a wonderful experience at the same time; Victor was not all that sure he liked it. But he did know that it made Mathias feel better and that it meant he wasnâ€™t as bad as comforting someone as he thought. But did this mean he was compromising the mission?<br/><br/>No. He was not going to fucking think business right now. That was something that would be worried about once they landed.<br/><br/>Victor held the Mathias a little closer, smiling slightly once the man stopped crying completely. Even if he knew this moment would not last, he wanted it to, it felt good. Made him feel good, made the other feel good, and brightened his mood a bit more for sure. Unfortunately he decided a few moments ago that he didnâ€™t really have the balls to kiss this man but he would still be there for him. He remained perfectly still as if he was reading the otherâ€™s mind, too. Not once moving from his spot or making even the slightest shift in position. Other than moving his arms to a more comfortable position for the both of them he was almost like a stature. A warm statue. All previous worries were completely gone; he was focusing on this moment and this moment alone. He even closed his eyes and dared to relax further as this man rested against him.<br/><br/>Never before has he been held like this. He has had a few friends in the past that have showed interest but in the end they always proved to be straight and it was annoying. And those who proved not to be he was always too afraid to get close to out of fear of his prick father. This moment was something that he waited for, though for how long he couldnâ€™t say for sure. Part him felt this was a bitâ€¦ fakeâ€¦ but the fact that the other had stopped crying was real enough to him. He has given him a glimpse of what it was like to be more like a teenager than a business robot. Everything he has done for him, the food, even the drink of alcohol when they first met, it was all wonderful. Like he said nobody has ever went out of their way for him before.<br/><br/>There was no way he could resist going out of his way to help Mathias. Though one thing firstâ€¦ â€œIâ€¦ I have a confession. I really donâ€™t like to tell people about my addictionsâ€¦â€ He took in a deep breath, his voice was quiet. Perhaps it was an odd thing for him to bring up, but he knew Mathias would notice he was one notebook short sooner or later. â€œUmmâ€¦ I kind of burned one of your notebooks to calm my nerves down before I came in here.â€