At first Victor really was not sure how to take the obvious joke about them showering together so for a moment he just stared at Mathias. There were several hints of a smile on his face, and then suddenly he burst into laughter for a moment. He was not sure why he found that to be funny, but there it was, the laughter made him feel a hell of a lot better. For awhile there it almost seemed like he was unable to stop himself. It was probably the first time during this trip that had been able to laugh like that and he found it a little surprising how well he embraced it. Usually he didnâ€™t smile or laugh at all so this was definitely a nice change, being able to be himself around someone his own age. It almost made everything they had gone through worth it, or, if not, at least a little more bearable.<br/><br/>â€œDrunk or not, I needed that laugh,â€ he admitted once he calmed down. â€œItâ€™s better to laugh than just sitting around crying, right?â€ Part of him wanted to add more to the joke but knew it would only seem awkward. That person he had been when he first met the young man was seemingly fading more and more, he was slipping into being a young adult rather than someone who acted more grown up than he was. It was liberating to say the least, and he wished he could do it more often, more reason for him not to tell his father what had happened. Also, he felt that if he did shower with Mathias it would not be jokingly, another reason why he didnâ€™t really say anything more about it. Not to mention he was not really great at making jokes back anyway so he would spare poor Mathias from his horrible attempts at any sort of humor.<br/><br/>When he was asked about what he wanted to eat he frowned for a moment while he thought before giving a shrug. He really wasnâ€™t sure. â€œJust order whatever, I canâ€™t think of anything Iâ€™m in the mood for right now. Surprise me.â€ Victor told Mathias before he grabbed a fresh change of clothes then slipped into the bathroom and pulled the door shut.<br/><br/>Quickly, he got undressed and adjusted the water to the temperature he wanted. He let the water run for a moment before he actually stepped in, grabbing a bar of soap off the sink. Showers really were a nice thing especially when you have been having such a shitty week like he has. Feeling the warm water hit his body made him feel a mixture of things. He was relaxed, feeling a little sleepy, and he felt like he was washing all the grossness (the meeting with George) of what happened away. For a long time he stood there and allowed the warm water to gently glide down his body. It was a shame this was not one of those adjustable shower things where he could change the stream, otherwise he would have put the massaging one on. Once he decided he was all better, he stepped out, turned off the water, and dried himself off.<br/><br/>He finished just in time for room service to get here, hearing a knock at the door right as he was getting dressed.