When his phone went off he tensed up for a moment thinking it was his father again and almost had half a mind to just ignore it. Slowly he reached for the device after about a minute of silence and saw that Mathias had texted him, saying that the door was open if he wanted to come in. Victorâ€™s hand rested on the doorknob for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He wanted to be able to say the right things to apologize for yelling as well as explain some of his fatherâ€™s enemies and who to look out for via the information on his laptop. In all honesty he really as just looking out for the guy; his job was to be his bodyguard after all. He didnâ€™t mean him any harm what so ever. It was just that these men were extremely dangerous and he didnâ€™t want him to get caught up in that mess. And now they had to be even more careful walking the streets, he wanted to make sure that they were vigilant and avoid another encounter.<br/><br/>Finally entering the room, he took notice to how Mathias was just sitting there, crying, and he felt a huge stab of guilt hit him square in the chest a lot stronger than it had before. He swallowed hard to keep from crying himself. Had he really upset him that much? What bothered him most was the constant mumbling but he dared not say anything about it right this second. A frown touched his expression as he just stood there for a moment as he continued looking him over. Part of him wanted to leave but he knew he couldnâ€™t do that, it would just be wrong if he left him since he was the one who was supposed to protect him. Technically, Mathias could kick him out the door if he wanted his space, but he had invited him in so he was going to stay here and apologize.<br/><br/>It took a lot of courage for him to move a bit closer to him, setting his laptop on the desk, plugging it in, and starting it up. He searched for the people he and Mathias had to look out for and brought up their files. Just about everything about those men were in their courtesy of his father.<br/><br/>Turning to face him, Victor stood there almost trembling from the guilt he was feeling at that very moment. There was a long silence between them before he finally opened his mouth to speak, â€œIâ€¦ Iâ€™m sorry. I really didnâ€™t mean to yell at you like that. It was wrong of me.â€ He was unable to hold back the tears from spilling over any longer. No explanation could be found for why he was crying other than he was very sorry for yelling and he was feeling guilty. Deep down he felt there was more, though, and he thought back to the plane. Once again he found himself finding this whole trip to be one big disaster after another. It wasnâ€™t fair to either of them. â€œI shouldnâ€™t have yelled, Iâ€™ll try to never do it again. It could have been handled differently,â€ he continued on, trembling getting worse.<br/><br/>Then suddenly he moved onto the bed and slowly hugged the man like he had on the plane. â€œPlease forgive me for yelling. I promise I wonâ€™t ever yell like that again,â€ Victor repeated. â€œThis assignment is stressful, especially now that my fatherâ€™s enemies are around. Weâ€™re going to need to be extra careful from here on out. They, well at least that man, Cole, knows your face now which means the rest of them probably know as well.â€ He explained, continuing to try to calm Mathiasâ€™s crying. Mentioning dangerous people probably was not helping but he hoped it could make the young man understand a bit more why he had been so upset.