Victor rubbed his face and stood out in the hallway for a moment, leaning against the door to his room to calm himself a bit more before he finally slid the card into the slot to unlock it. He took deep breaths to try to forget that the whole thing even happened but no matter what he did he just couldnâ€™t. That manâ€™s face was burned into his mind and that fucking smile he wore when speaking to him made him want to punch something. He had to do something to get his mind off of it and there was only one thing he knew he could do. Immediately walking over to his sketchbook he tore several blank pages off, grabbed his lighter, and went into the bathroom. Like he had in the plane he ran the water and lit the paper over the sink, this time allowing the flames to touch the tips of his fingers slightly before he put the fire out. He could still feel his heart racing but he was beginning to smooth back into a calmer state of mind.<br/><br/>He winced slightly when the flames began to creep a little too close to his fingers but refused to give into the pain. At one point his hand had almost caught on fire and he quickly dipped his hand into the water that had built up in the sink. The last thing he needed was a trip to the hospital and an explanation to his father. â€˜Oh yeah, I was burning stuff againâ€™ would add to the foul mood the man was going to be in once he heard his son came into close contact with one of his dear enemies. Coming back to reality, he decided to end it there before something happened, turning the water off and cleaning up the ashes as best he could. The faint smell of something burning lingering in the air; thankfully this was a smokerâ€™s room, as all smoking rooms were usually kept on the same floor, so that smell covered it up mostly.<br/><br/>Returning to the bed he sat at the edge and his mind went to the look on Mathiasâ€™s face when he was yelling at him. Guilt hit him suddenly. He knew he probably should not have yelled and it was wrong of him to do so. It wasnâ€™tâ€¦ professional to yell, but he was only nineteen after all. You canâ€™t expect a nineteen year old to be perfect when it came to keeping composure no matter how much of a perfectionist his father was. Maybe he should apologize to him, he wondered for a moment, looking over towards the door. The guy looked so shaken up after he yelled at him that he was really starting to feel bad about it. Victor was an easy victim of guilt sometimes. Got him in trouble a lot, too, but he never really cared. He didnâ€™t really like being mean when it was uncalled for, and that had been uncalled for; there was no way Mathias could have knownâ€¦ right?<br/><br/>This situation made Victor want to tear his fucking hair out.<br/><br/>Slowly picking up his phone, he decided to call his father and explain what happened first, leaving out the bit about Mathias possibly fucking the guy. As expected the man was pissed as all hell. He got another lecture, his father telling him to be more careful and that he had better not make him look weak, and a bunch of other words that almost made him want to cry a bit. Heh, maybe he deserved to cry, considering he had made Mathias cry, but then again he knew he would have had to call his father sooner or later before some real shit began to hit the fan. And even if the rules stated that he should not really bother Mathias he knew he needed to warn him about a few things. Victor gathered his laptop that had all his fatherâ€™s enemiesâ€™ information on it once the conversation with his father ended and went back into the hallway.<br/><br/>Taking care to wear a more neutral expression he slowly knocked on the door, not banged on it like he did last time, and took a deep breath. Hopefully his still sore hand wouldnâ€™t be all that noticeable though he would just brush it aside if the male mentioned anything. It wasnâ€™t like he was really expecting him to answer the door.