Mathias didn't realize until after the fact that the fingers he had traced across Victor's cheek to get rid of the tears, had somehow gently run through the strands of Victor's hair. He froze and pulled his hand away, blushing, apologizing. He watched Victor pull away and go over to the computer, then after a few moments, finally stood as well and followed him, standing by him, watching the computer.<br/><br/>When Victor told him he needed to be aware of the others that were out there, that they would probably recognize him, he only nodded, gritting his teeth behind a neutral frown, his brain storing away every detail for later. He made sure to memorize the faces he saw, names, everything.<br/><br/>He had photographic memory, whether he liked it or not, there wasn't much room for forgetting in the line of work his father wanted him to go into. He listened to every single word Victor said, then was quiet when they finally finished up.<br/><br/>The young man appeared calm and collected on the outside, but inside was absolute chaos. He fidgeted slightly before he whispered, "I suppose this means I don't get my own room anymore." His voice was slightly joking, yet on the verge once again of breaking. His hands that had been loose at his sides as he listened, were now clenched into fists, eyes wide and glistening slightly with unshed tears.<br/><br/>He wished there was a way that they could know who was in the city with them, as far as enemies went, as well as where the enemies might be staying or living. He was just glad they wouldn't be able to-<br/><br/>He paled and fell back against the wall, eyes wide as his breathing quickened, stare focused on the bed in front of him. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> He didn't kill him. Cole knew what he looked like. He knew what Victor looked like. What if Cole figured out that Victor was his bodyguard? What if he came back with more people? </span><br/><br/>Similar thoughts ran chaotic and insane through his mind as he tried and failed to calm himself down. He straightened up, going to his bathroom, grabbing the razor from the shower he had put in there yesterday. He pressed the metal to his arm, eyes glazed and glistening as he started to pull the sharp tool across his skin.