Nothing but silence and ever building tension filled the limo for awhile and he wouldnâ€™t lie and say that it wasnâ€™t getting to him at all. Victor took a few breaths to calm down but he still felt somewhat nervous about all this. Usually his father would be here to give him some stupid lecture and he could focus on tuning him out during the ride or just look out the window with a bored expression. This had just been a bad week for him in general, it was rather embarrassing that it was starting to wear on him and he gave a slight look of apology when Mathias pointed out that he wasnâ€™t really all that chill. It wasnâ€™t professional to not be relaxed, right? He really did need to lose the tense posture he had and focus on this mission. For everything to go smoothly he needed to behave and not stand out, he needed to act like a teenager.<br/><br/>But could he? Such a question almost made him want to laugh, but it was also somewhat serious.<br/><br/>Honestly he really was not sure how to be a chill teenager. Childhood for him had been extremely sheltered and he had been very deprived of a lot of things like play time, as mentioned before, as it was always all work and no play in his house. Relaxation was not something he was use to unless he was with his friends for the night or spending a weekend with his grandparents. Grandparents always spoiled their grandchildren, after all. Victor sighed softly and sat back against his seat, rubbing a hand over his face; maybe he really was a lot like his father but then again he really couldnâ€™t help it. That man has pretty much tried to create him in his image and has succeeded to a point. â€œSorry,â€ he said eventually, deciding to just be honest with the other â€œmy father really doesnâ€™t know the meaning of relax and it rubs off on me. I think some sleep will do me some good, yeahâ€<br/><br/>Oh yes, he definitely needed to relax unless they would be killed. The men from the files didnâ€™t seem like they would take Mathias to a vacation area if they got their hands on him. His curiosity about the male only grew but he always knew better than to ask questions. A frown touched his lips once he looked out the window, knowing that he would not be able to form a bond with someone who was his age yet again then again the fact that he decided to try to get some sleep was not helping. So much for relief of not working with some older business prick, he thought to himself. Over the past few years, he has really come to hate them and now it looks like he was going to have to revert back to the mindset that he was working with one. At least that was what the vibes of this mission gave him, only time would tell if that was true or not.<br/><br/>Honestly he had half a mind to ask for some alcohol but decided against it. Eventually he relaxed a bit more and leaned back in his seat more comfortably this time, closing his eyes. Knowing there was a long trip ahead of them wasnâ€™t that relaxing, especially since he was sure he could just sleep on the plane. It didnâ€™t hurt to get some rest, though. Victor was usually a heavy sleeper, however, and while he was sure that he would be woken up once they reached their destination it would be fucking embarrassing as hell if he missed the damn flight.<br/><br/>Oh the trouble he was going to be in if he fucked this upâ€¦ heâ€™s never quite done anything this huge before. Somewhere, he was bound to mess something up but he wouldnâ€™t take too many risks. He just hoped he could blend in well enough. Of course maybe he was just being all over reactive?