Mathias wished he could stop crying when Victor told him he didn't have to cry over it, but the goddamn tears wouldn't stop. He wiped them angrily away, shaking his head, mumbling something about him being a fucking idiot for crying so much. He still listened to the man when he explained that maybe it had been done for the better, what Mathias had done. He sighed shakily and shook his head, about to tell him that it was a fucking stupid move and to, again, apologize-<br/><br/>He was shocked when Victor pulled him close in a small hug. His eyes widened as he stayed there, still shocked Victor was even touching him after everything he had done. He didn't realize his arms had moved up under Victor's arms and behind his back, his hands curling on the man's shoulders. He let his head rest against the man's chest, his crying slowly stopping.<br/><br/>He hadn't been held in so long...by anyone...hadn't let anyone hold him for so long. Even when he had one night stands with men, he never let them hold him afterwards. Once they had finished, he made sure they had enough energy to drive home, and told them to leave.<br/><br/>So being held, feeling someone's arms around him, after months of not having anyone...it was like a punch to the gut. A good punch to the gut, if something like that existed. He clung to Victor slightly, not wanting the man to move, not wanting him to let go.