â€œHoly shitâ€¦â€ The display of food that was now sitting before him was absolutely wonderful and left him completely speechless. Not only was there a bit of everything, it was mostly stuff he liked, and he looked at Mathias as if he was some kind of genie or something. Was this all for him? No, he doubted that, there was just no way that it could be. If he thought it was for him he would just seem plain selfish right? His father taught him not to be selfish; in fact Victor was more selfless than selfish if anything. Mostly because it was due to business. However, was it rude that he was thinking himself to be selfish? Mathias obviously had some nice connections as he did mention that he could get the finest alcohol before. This guy was spoiled. As he took a small amount of food and looked at the different drinks displayed for his convenience he couldnâ€™t help but envy him.<br/><br/>Mathias had everything anyone his age would ever want. Victor barely had a father who said â€˜I love youâ€™ every now and then and his mother was just someone who supported his father and also got under his skin despite not being as cruel as his father. Unable to help it at the thought, he looked down for a moment in thought, his previously excited mood dying off almost completely. Every bit of him was truly envious of the otherâ€™s life and he wished he could just have a relaxing life as well. Free of worries. Free of, well, almost anything. From, what he could tell Mathiasâ€™s life also had a fair bit of troubles and whatnot but what life didnâ€™t? And the guy was even sharing this with himâ€¦ treating him nicely. It really made him feel good yet also gave him conflicting emotions.<br/><br/>What the hell did Victor have? Not much that was for sure. He hated a lot of things about his life, even his name. Victor. It was an old manâ€™s name. He wished he had a normal name like Stephen or Joeâ€¦ something simple.<br/><br/>Nevertheless he managed a smile of thanks for the food. He made no hesitation to chow down; he was starving, having not eaten anything since he woke up this morning. Suppressing his conflicting emotions of excitement and envy and whatever else he ate slowly and keeping quiet. Meals were always eaten quietly in his house so it was just another habit. He was not a messy eater in the slightest, his father made sure he always had good table manners and, well, that stuck. A look of great satisfaction fell over him once he was finished.  He leaned back in his chair again and looked back over to Mathias, taking note to the hints of invitation in his tone. There was a dark temptation that fell over him just then but he wasnâ€™t sure he wanted to accept it anymore. Not after the slight mood change.<br/><br/>â€œWell, you know, get comfortable with each other,â€ he said finally with a shrug. â€œLike get better acquainted or something, though I know you said thereâ€™s no room for that in this trip or at least that was what was implied in the information your father gave me.â€ He tilted his head a bit, â€œMight as well get it all out now or else this will be one boring flight right?â€ If not then he could just revert back to his business self and sleep some more but he decided not to add that or else he would probably upset the guy. Upset the clients, daddy gets upset and not to mention some very important people. That was the absolute last thing that Victor wanted, needless to say.