Laying next to someone was more calming than Mathias could hope for. He curled next to Victor, the fingers of one hand curling into the sleeve of Victor's shirt, his head moving to barely rest on the man's shoulder. He lay there and his body straightened out on its side.<br/><br/>A few moments later, he sleepily opened his eyes, disoriented as he looked around before looking up at Victor. He almost moved away, with the thought 'he's going to fucking kill me if he finds me this close to him.' Then he moved closer, eyes watching Victor's face, as his other hand reached up and carefully ran through a few strands of the other's hair.<br/><br/>Then, he was moving, shifting, slipping off of the bed and wandering over to the dresser. He picked up his half-empty bottle of whiskey, finishing it off before heading to the bathroom. Once he had washed his hands, he walked back out and moved back onto the bed, shifting close to Victor again after a moment of debating. His fingers curled against his arm again, his head resting on Victor's shoulder.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry..." He whispered softly, not caring if Victor heard him or not. "...I don't know why this trip turned out so complicated..." Mathias was quiet for a moment before mumbling, "If you need to, you can leave...my father will find me another bodyguard eventually..."