Hearing the bathroom door opened he barely acknowledged Mathias had come back to sit down. The only eye contact he made with him was a sort of absent and sideways glance but nothing more. What the hell was he supposed to say? Again he was not going to try to talk to him about it and knew to just let it go. It didnâ€™t really explain why he had shown him, sure he probably would have figure it out, maybe, but then again he probably would not have if he just let the man keep his privacy. The possibility of the guy just being sadistic crossed his mind again when he finally did look at him with a slightly absent gaze as he went into the bedroom. Sleeping sounded nice. Then again he had been disturbed when he tried to sleep before so he wasnâ€™t so sure anymore.<br/><br/>Well what the hell else was he going to do for the remainder of the time? That little event had been awkward. Maybe he should have handled himself a little better but then again it all went back to knowing better. Or did it? Despite there not being a doubt in his mind that Mathias just wanted his space he wondered if this was just another invitationâ€¦ or a warning. Both seemed to be very plausible at the moment and it worried him more about this trip. Victor sighed deeply and leaned back against the seat once again, running a hand over his face in thought. It was all so strange. Somehow, he felt this mission was about to be a lot deeper than he had thought originally and it was bothering him to no end. After taking a brief look around, he stuck his hand in his pocket again and began to rub the lighter gently as he looked for some sort of comfort.<br/><br/>It has been a long time since he has been so nervous on a mission. This was dangerous. He really did need to calm the fuck down and take a chill pill or something.<br/><br/>Was it because he was not use to being around people his age? Suddenly the flight felt very lonely, quiet, but he was use to that feeling since he worked with the usual greedy or uptight adults. They hardly ever spoke to him, Home was also very quiet unless he was arguing with his father or his mother was arguing with his father. Standing up, he began to look around for something to do when he spotted a notebook. He cringed at the thought of releasing his old habit on the plane considering it would not end well, but over the years he has learned to have complete control over it. A smile touched his lips, a devious smile, when he brought the notebook into the bathroom with him. Closing the door behind him he tore off a piece of paper and began to run the sink.<br/><br/>Pulling out his lighter, he ignited it and slowly brought that beautiful orange flame to the corner of the notebook paper and watched as it was immediately engulfed in flames. Victor held the fire over the water, making sure not to burn himself as he watched the fire quickly turn the paper to ashes. When the flame got too close to his hand he simply dropped it in the sink. He repeated with another piece of paper.