The stewardess had come over to him when he was in a pretty deep sleep so once he woke up he didnâ€™t exactly give her a welcoming gaze. Victor groaned and made no hesitations to show just how he appreciated being woken up from a nice sleep. Sleeping peacefully, without some stupid thought entering his dreams and ruining it, was sometimes rare during these trips. Replaying in his mind were all possible failures and it often carried over to him in sleep though he does his best to keep it out. You canâ€™t always keep everything out, but he wouldnâ€™t exactly call them nightmares. At the same time he would, strangely. It was weird but he accepted it for what it was; he really did worry way too much especially on a trip like this. He was relaxed for the moment, well until he had been woken up, but he was still rather nervous he discovered.<br/><br/>â€œMathias needs you to give these to him,â€ the stewardess told him, handing him the change of clothes and bandages before walking off.<br/><br/>Victor looked at the objects for a moment with a bit of a puzzled look but sighed and stood from the seat. Now what could he possibly need him for, he wondered to himself, thinking he probably did not want to know. Walking over to the bathroom door he knocked, pulled inside immediately after Mathias had answered. Those fresh cuts and scars that covered the other male were the first thing he noticed. Victor could feel his face go pale but he knew better than to ask. Part of him wanted to ask, but he once had a friend who was a pretty bad cutter, though nowhere near as bad as this, and knew that she would always get angry with him whenever he would try to tell her to stop. You just donâ€™t tell a cutter to stop. Everyone thought it was so easy to convince them not to harm their bodies but Victor knew better than to mention it.<br/><br/>Before they left on the trip Mathias said he could handle himself anyway; he wondered if this was what he meant by that. Nodding slowly, he just placed the clothes where he was instructed and left in silence. Slipping back to that business guise since he had been told to give the male his space by him personally he decided to just be quiet about what he had just seen. Unless he was just taking the orders the wrong way, he does have a bad habit of doing that. Somehow he doubted that, however, and wondered if he had been shown that on purpose because the guy was actually a sadist who hated people like he thought originally. Maybe that was what he meant when he said he didnâ€™t want to reveal everything about himself. Everyone has dark habits after allâ€¦ Victor use to burn himself to get back at his father. He doesnâ€™t really do it anymore, but sometimes he keeps a lighter in his pocket, like now, just to fiddle with whenever he was nervous.<br/><br/>Going back to sit in his chair, his hand slipped into his pocket to grasp that lighter but somehow by the grace of God he didnâ€™t pull it out and start messing with it. That had really startled him. It made him think of the burn marks on his stomach and legs. For some reason he never burnt his arms, but then again he wanted to be able to wear short-sleeved shirts without anyone noticing. Nobody ever did aside from his friends. Taking a deep breath, Victorâ€™s previous mood had completely vanished and he was feeling a bit down. He sat in silence, looking down at the ground.