There was not a doubt in Victorâ€™s mind that they would be after them again and that it would not take them long to piece the puzzle together. He kept a neutral face while he glanced through the files, ensuring that Mathias knew every last detail to a T. Whenever they left the hotel next he would make damn sure that Mathias had those faces burned into his mind even if he had to go over the information a thousand times. Perhaps that was exaggerating a bit, but on the inside he was just as chaotic as Mathias was despite being able to keep his composure. He was taking steady breaths to keep his cool while his heart pounded in his chest, his mind wandering back and forth between the worst possible scenarios. While he explained everything he saw Mathias nod and tense slightly but he still wanted to be sure that he was paying attention.<br/><br/>He had caught the attempt at humor on the young manâ€™s part when he mentioned he wouldnâ€™t be getting his own room anymore. As much as the thought seemed a bit odd considering the guy seemed to like his space, or perhaps he was thinking too much about business again, he sadly had to agree with the guy just to be on the safe side. If he was asleep and Mathias could not get to him quick enough to help him out or whatever in case trouble found him that would not end well at all. On the other hand Victor liked his privacy as well, and while he didnâ€™t really mind sharing he would rather enjoy some peace and quiet. Not to mention the feeling he was having for his client, whatever they were, were extremely risky and he did not want them to hinder his job in any way. Then again he was looking out for the guyâ€¦ maybe they could share a room if needed. But would it actually be wise?<br/><br/>Victor ran a hand through his hair, taking notice that Mathias had gone into the bathroom. Being a smart young man, he could easily figure out that the man didnâ€™t just go in there to take a piss and a groan escaped him. Dealing with a cutter was probably what made this a little worse for him, the thought of razors made him uncomfortable not to mention that he could not have Mathias wandering off to go harm himself every other minute. He understood the need for a fix whenever stress got to him but he really needed the young man to focus but at the same time knew better than to just storm in and interrupt. However, he couldnâ€™t just let him do that, could he? Looking at the still red tips of his fingers, Victor sighed, wondering what his next move should be. To storm in and stop him, get him a little more calm, or not.<br/><br/>Eventually he decided to go storm in anyway. This was probably going to coast him but he was only doing it because this was not a situation where they could afford to be worked up all the time.<br/><br/>After he shut down his laptop and tucked it away in its case, making sure he had everything, he went to the bathroom and stood against the doorframe. He looked the man over once, noticing how distant he seemed when he did the act, and then reached out and punched him in the jaw as hard as he could. Well, maybe not quite that hard, just hard enough to get his attention and hopefully snap him out of whatever absent state of mind he was in currently. â€œCut that out,â€ Victor spoke in a surprisingly nonchalant tone. He has lost count of how many times he has uttered those exact words to his friend, knew better than to just start yelling. Instead he appeared neutral, somewhat distant and uncaring, â€œIf you keep that up then Iâ€™m sure those men will have a grand old time following the fucking blood trail that will lead them right to us. You need to harm yourself go ahead, Iâ€™m guilty of it, too, but I really need you to keep your composure.â€<br/><br/>And there he goes acting like heâ€™s older than he is once again. It was probably going to do more harm than good, he told himself, hell the guy could lash out at him, but he didnâ€™t care. This was going to require composure and he even spoke for himself. He knew he needed to calm down as well and he did his best not to think to the lighter in his pocket and all the possible things he could burn, his own skin included, his fingers reminded him as they stung him slightly again when he had punched Mathias.