Mathias saw the look in Victor's eyes when the man finally saw the cuts and scars. He was glad the man just set the clothes down and left, but at the same time, he couldn't shake the thought that if his father ever found out about his cutting habits, his anorexic habits, drinking, smoking, pill-popping habits, the man would blink at him, tell him to suck it up and be a man, and resume his work as if nothing had happened.<br/><br/>His father kept up the 'I care for my son so much' facade incredibly well. So much so, no one really knew how fucked up Mathias was until they caught him cutting or popping painkillers.<br/><br/>Which was what he was doing as he walked out of the bathroom, having found a bottle of painkillers in the bathroom. He had dressed in the new clothes after finally wrapping the bandages numerous times around his lower arms, covering them so the blood didn't soak through. He covered the bandages carefully with his bracelets again and walked out of the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of wine from the service tray before walking to his seat again and sitting down, avoiding Victor's eyes, if he looked up at him. He shook out maybe six pills, and popped them in his mouth, chasing them down with the wine.<br/><br/>He ignored the vibrating of his phone, finally pulling it out and turning it to silent. He blinked at the now cleared away table before looking up at Victor.<br/><br/>"I would say I'm sorry you had to see that, but I think it's better you found out sooner than later." He said softly, eyes watching Victor, empty of emotion as he sipped at the wine again.<br/><br/>He stood and stretched, then said, "Whenever you're ready to sleep, the bedroom is that way," He pointed at one of the doors just past the bathroom. "There's an extra bed set up for you in there. I think." With that, he took the bottle of wine with him, slipped the painkillers in his pocket, and headed for the bedroom. He would be found laying in the large king-size bed, on top of the sheets and blankets, fingers absently tracing patterns into the fabric. He had noticed there was no other bed for Victor. Well. This would be a lovely trip.<br/><br/>He had turned on his phone again, and so, felt the vibration telling him he had a text. He pulled out his phone and found a message from one of the stewardesses. Weather complications were delaying the flight, so, it would be an extra three hours until they arrived at their destination than previously planned.<br/><br/>Mathias sighed in annoyance and put his phone on the bedside table, burying his face in one of the pillows. Ugggh. Could this trip be any more complicated?