Mathias was happy when he wasn't slapped. Hell, Victor even looked a little dazed. That was a good thing, right? He smiled at the blush and nodded when Victor said he was fine with him being so open with his feelings. He smirked and said, "I would expect you to punch me in the mouth if you weren't okay with it, regardless of me being your client." He looked at him for a moment before saying, "Your eyes lit up again. When I kissed you in the car, your whole mood brightened. It happened again. I like it. I'd prefer you to be happy on this trip. So...try and stay like this," He brushed a finger across Victor's cheeks briefly before pulling away. "or I'll just have to keep kissing you." He grinned at him and winked, then headed for the bathroom. He glanced back at Victor and said, "I'm just taking a shower and if you need it, you can use the bathroom or shower afterward. If you need anything, just ask one of the stewardesses. One of them should be walking through soon." With that, he went into the bathroom and shut the door.<br/><br/>He was so used to being home alone he didn't bother locking the door. He pulled off his bracelets and set them on the counter, revealing numerous pale scars as well as somewhat fresh cuts across his lower arms. His legs were covered in the cuts and scars as well, some scars spelling out words. There were a few hearts scarred into his skin , two on his right leg, one on his right arm, on the inner part of his arm. He removed his shirt and pants, along with his piercings and looked at himself in the mirror. His ribs, collarbone, spine, shoulder blades, and hips were too prominent again. Shit. He wouldn't be swimming or being shirtless near anyone this trip. With a sigh, he looked away from the mirror and got into the shower.<br/><br/>The stress of the situation got to him, along with the feelings he was feeling about Victor. He sighed softly, his mind and body only becoming even more overwhelmed. On reflex, he picked up the razor that sat on the little built-into-the-wall-shelf in the shower and let the razor glide across his skin, his mind losing track of how many times it cut. His eyes unfocused as he stood in the shower, in a daze, staring at the wall.