Well, he hadnâ€™t actually been sleeping until a few minutes to an hour into the ride, seemingly unable to get fully comfortable for the longest time despite his more relaxed posture. Surprisingly his dreams didnâ€™t show him much of anything once he had fallen into a deeper slumber and it was comforting. While he was not a teen who had the usual drama that came with being a teenager trying to finish out school he did have a few inner demons that he was not proud of at all. Majority of them were just minor things that came with life, but there was always that one thing you never wanted anyone else to know about yourself. And it wasnâ€™t his secret attraction to the same sex either. This was something that was between him and his father and his father often threatened to blackmail him whenever they got into a huge argument. The one thing that haunted his dreams.<br/><br/>Victor was rather thankful that the ride had been over however, he wasnâ€™t quite sure how to take the way he was woken up. He stared somewhat absently at Mathias at first, and then blinked a few times after the male had kissed him gently. It was strange. He was not mad at all at what the male did, instead he actually liked it, welcomed it, perhaps even secretly wanted more of it. A blush touched his face but he quickly got to getting his bags and heading into the airport. His mood became a bit brighter and he had to fight back a smile when he caught that smirk in order to keep himself from seeming tooâ€¦ giddyâ€¦ but then again was giddy a bad thing? That kiss was definitely something that made him feel a hell of a lot better.<br/><br/>So he looked at the positive: he was going to travel around, he didnâ€™t have to listen to his fatherâ€™s nagging, and he was kissed by a man. This was going to be a good trip.<br/><br/>â€œCoffee?â€ He raised an eyebrow when Mathias asked if he wanted one. Victor was still recovering from the kiss that he hadnâ€™t even noticed the familiar aroma coming from the Starbucks that was sitting a few feet away from where they were. It would be awhile before the plane arrived so he figured they might as well get something to drink, right? Wasnâ€™t that what â€˜normalâ€™ teenagers did? Or normal people in general now that he thought of it, and damn he really could use some coffee himself. There was a bit of a smile followed by a light shrug, â€œCoffee sounds cool, we might as well pass the time somehow.â€ He really wasnâ€™t a fan of having to wait around in airports for too long anyway so this was going to go by slower that English (or whatever class someone doesnâ€™t like; it was English for Victor) class went. If it meant that time would pass by faster then who was he to object.<br/><br/>Besides maybe they could just relax and have a conversation, right? They didnâ€™t have to be all silent with each other, like he always was whenever he had to travel with someone? Something told him their conversation wouldnâ€™t be too deep, if there was one, but he was still more than willing to grab a cup of coffee. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and followed him to the Starbucks. Since there were various food places around he debated grabbing a bite to eat but then decided against it once he remembered how nasty airport food usually was. Then again the food they gave you on the actual plane was worse, at the same time he wondered if he really should get something so he wouldnâ€™t be starving later.<br/><br/>His stomach won that little battle, if you wanted to call it that, â€œHey, maybe we should get something to eat while weâ€™re at it. I know airport food isnâ€™t the best but at least itâ€™s something, right?â€