Throughout the night Victor continued to wake up and then fall back asleep until morning. And just when he was finally able to convince himself to try to get in another hour Mathias had stirred and got up from the bed. While the young man was getting dressed he looked over to the clock, noticing it was exactly seven fourteen in the morning. Wonderful, he thought to himself, he had gotten only four hours of sleep at most. Groaning, he ran a hand over his face and lay back down, heaving a sigh and closing his eyes again. All he wanted to do was sleep. Had he known it was going to cause him so much stress he probably would not have accepted it. Today was a big day, though, and he couldnâ€™t just lie around stressing out. Once he got moving he knew he would be fine.<br/><br/>Just when he was about to get up Mathias came back to the bed and laced his fingers with his while resting his head on him. Silently, he listened to what was said to him but he soon regretted paying attention. He frowned a bit, feeling a bit conflicted. If Mathias thought he was helping by saying he could leave he was wrong. It was strange because, had this been any other client, he would have packed his things and left to go home but this just felt different somehow. The others who have hired him were always older people who could care less about him, who never did anything for him, never went out of their way to get to know him. He was ignored, but Mathias was someone his age, did do some things for him outside of business.<br/><br/>It was alsoâ€¦ nice to be around someone his ageâ€¦  Did he mention leaving because he wanted him to leave? Victor hoped not. As much as he was slowly regretting this trip he really didnâ€™t want to leave. He couldnâ€™t just leave, it wasnâ€™t really that easy. His father would be livid if he knew his son was not capable of finishing something.<br/><br/>He was getting paid for this after all, but he was not just staying because of money and he certainly did not want to seem like he was. Since he was here he should probably stick around to finish this. Any professional would just suck it up and finish, not be so stressed, but the run-ins with Cole and George were not all that was on his mind. The slew of insults from his father, he could almost hear them being shouted in his ear and the sharp pain from a hand being brought across his face that would follow. Thinking about it made him shiver and he half curled up in a ball. Leaving made sense, but in all honesty he felt that the yelling of his father far worse than him and Mathias becoming enemies. Staying would be better off for him but if Mathias wanted him to leave then he supposed he would not have much of a choice in the matter.<br/><br/>It took him a while but when the words finally came out, it made how stressed he was even more evident, â€œMy father wouldnâ€™t be pleased if I just up and left in the middle of a tripâ€¦â€ After he spoke he could feel the stress beginning to work on his nerves and he took deep breaths in order to keep his composure as best he could. But Victor was unable to hold it back any longer. Eventually he gave in to the stress and a tear formed in the corner of his eye, shivering again as he let out a shaky breath.