Fingers curled comfortingly around Victor's hand, the blonde next to him watching him carefully, his eyes unwavering in their focus. The silence that seemed to last forever was overwhelming, making Mathias' chest constrict and tighten out of fear. In all honesty, he didn't want to be alone. Out of pure selfishness, he didn't want Victor to leave...because Mathias was lonely. More than anyone realized. Not to mention, he knew if Victor left, it would leave open spaces of time for finding things to do, stupid things, that would more than likely get him killed.<br/><br/>His hair fell in his eyes, the strands tickling across his forehead and the bridge of his nose, his lips set in a small frown as he waited for an answer.<br/><br/>Maybe Victor wasn't going to answer, maybe he didn't want to answer.<br/>Maybe the answer was so painfully obvious, it was a given, what Victor must  do...and Mathias was just too oblivious and ignorant to realize the answer-<br/><br/>Then, Victor was speaking, cutting through Mathias' inner thoughts and making him focus on the other young man. He listened to the brief explanation, his frown deepening. Seeing the tear, he reached up his hand after moving it from Victor's hand, and brushed it away.<br/><br/>"...if it means anything...I don't want you to go." He looked away, which was only a few inches away from where his gaze had last lingered. It shifted to look, stare at the edges of the pillowcase that was underneath Victor's head. Mathias kept his gaze focused on the pillow, not wanting to see Victor's expression, his eyes.<br/><br/>He didn't want to see the rejection before it was admitted aloud. He let his fingers fall away from Victor's cheek, coming to rest beside Mathias, curling against the cotton sheets underneath him. He still wouldn't look at Victor, even if the man addressed him.<br/><br/>Loving someone this soon was ridiculous, even for Mathias, and he didn't feel that way towards Victor. But there was a definite connection, a bond they had, that Mathias couldn't explain or define, no matter how long he pondered on it, or fought with the words.<br/><br/>After a few moments, though, curiosity won out, and Mathias found himself slowly looking back up at Victor.