The faint scent of something burning could be traced in the bathroom as he finished burning the remainder of the notebook rather absently. All that remained was the metal spiral that had once held the notebook together which he proceeded to throw in the trash. The pages had burned so nicely and he could feel a frown tug at his lips once it was all gone. He never liked it when his fun of burning things had to come to an end. Over the years he has probably spent a ton of money on God knows how many notebooks just to satisfy his need to burn something to calm himself. It made him feel alive whenever he watched the flames dance but he also reminded himself that it could also get him into a hell of a lot of trouble. His father would tan his hide if he ever found out about his addiction, but then again the man had caught a huge glimpse of it  before so who was to say he was not oblivious.<br/><br/>Before he left the bathroom he made sure that it was cleaned up nicely so it didnâ€™t even look like anything had been burned in there. Save for the faint scent of something burnt even as he opened the door to step out, it was pretty spotless. He felt one hundred percent better as he took a few deep breaths, a smile on his face. Hopefully nobody would notice too much, if he had to explain himself it would be a complete disaster. Victor would avoid that at all costs if he could. â€˜Oh yeah I burned your notebook, sorryâ€™ would not sound good. It even sounded funny thinking about it. Quickly, he allowed the thought to pass and began to head to the bedroom.<br/><br/>Slowly he opened the door just in case Mathias was asleep. Discovering he was still pretty awake though somewhat drunk he let himself in. There was only one bed. He frowned once he took notice of that.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t mind sharing,â€ he began but paused when the other continued speaking. Suddenly Victorâ€™s mood was once again dampened when the other apologized to him. He had gone over to sit on the other side of the bed but paused, looking at the ground slightly. And to top things off Mathias was crying, â€œHey itâ€™s alright. You donâ€™t need to start crying over itâ€¦ Iâ€™m over it now for the most part.â€ He tried telling him but he knew it was not going to be enough. This was not what he would have been expecting and yet at the same time he knew he had to do something so the other would calm down and he wouldnâ€™t feel like a complete fucking jerk. The fucking King of Jerks. Something like that anyway even if it did seem a little overdramatic in so many ways.<br/><br/>Slowly, he sat on the bed and moved a little closer, placing a hand on his shoulder, â€œMaybe it was a little wrong, but maybe it was for my own good that you did that? We all hide ugly things that we donâ€™t want people to know about, or we want to warn others and keep them away or something to that extent, donâ€™t we?â€ He tried to comfort him again and realized it probably wasnâ€™t doing any good. Finally deciding to give up, he gently pulled Mathias closer to him, not really sure what was coming over him, and gave him a light hug so he hopefully wouldnâ€™t cause him any pain considering his arms were already cut up.<br/><br/>He just hoped things could get a bit more cheery before they landed. This has been so depressing aside from a few things that Mathias has done for him. He has been nice to him so far, aside from that little scene; it was his turn to try to help him out a bit and be reassuring. Victor quite honestly sucked at it, at least he felt so, but he would still try.