Mathias was not in the room when Victor returned. Instead, he was out in the lounge, sitting in one of the chairs as he stared blankly at the wall, eyes glazed over as he absently fingered a bottle of painkillers. A bottle of water sat near him on the table beside him. He continued running his hands absently over the bottle, not taking any pills out. He was lost in his thoughts for the moment.<br/><br/>His phone rang, signaling not a text, but an incoming call. He pulled his phone out and answered it with a soft, "Hm?" His friend Kis, was on the other line.<br/>"Mathias? Matty? Good god. Are you alright?" Her voice was concerned as she listened for the answer.<br/>It took him a few moments, but he finally figured out he was fine, and told her so.<br/>"I don't believe you. Hon, are you with someone?"<br/>"My friend is in the bathroom...oh, never mind, he's back in the room."<br/>"Sweetie, go back into the bedroom, alright? It doesn't do you any good to be alone, alright?"<br/>He was silent for about a minute before answering, "Kay..."<br/>"Matty."<br/>"Hm?"<br/>"Love you, hon."<br/>Matt smiled briefly before it melted back into a frown and he whispered, "Love you."<br/>They hung up and Mathias stood up, slipping the pills in his pocket and grabbing the water before going into the bedroom and laying on his side of the bed, the very edge, eyes looking at Victor, but not seeing him. His fingers clenched and unclenched around the fabric of the sheets and blankets as he stared. He wouldn't be sleeping for a while, if at all, for the rest of the trip.<br/><br/>About six hours later, the plane landed. Mathias didn't say much beyond gently shaking Victor awake and announcing, "We're here."<br/><br/>He grabbed his piercings and other clothing from the bathroom and put them in his backpack, then slung it over his shoulder. He grabbed two more bottles of wine and put them in his bag before zipping it up once more, then grabbed his two suitcases. Once it was okay to leave the plane, Mathias mumbled a thank you to the stewardesses before heading out of the plane.<br/><br/>They found the limo that was waiting for them idling just outside, a bit of a ways from the crowded sidewalk. Mathias set his suitcases in the trunk, kept his backpack, and slipped into the limo. The chauffeur told them their destination just to confirm. Mathias nodded and waved it off. "Yes, that's correct. Drive. Please." He sighed softly and bent over, resting his head on his knees, arms bent underneath his head, shielding his head from the light.<br/><br/>They arrived at the hotel and Mathias took his stuff inside, setting it in the room the chauffeur handed him the key for, after confirming that there were two rooms. The chauffeur said there was and let Mathias and Victor on their way after Victor got his things out of the vehicle as well.<br/><br/>Mathias set his suitcases down, then opened one of his suitcases, which was full of his clubbing outfits. He pulled out a number of pieces of clothing and went to change, guzzling water as he did, which alleviated his headache somewhat.<br/><br/>Once he was finished getting dressed for the nightlife, he went to knock on Victor's door, only to tell the man where he was going and that he had his cell phone with him in case anything happened. He was dressed in a black cropped tank top, exposing about 3 inches of his slender stomach, black ripped skinny jeans hung from his hips, black sneakers on his feet. His hair was combed and straightened, covering one eye. He had lined his eyes with black eyeliner, thickly, giving his eyes a more intimidating look then before. His snakebite rings, nose stud, tongue piercing, and ear piercings were all in, all black. He wore the same multi-colored bracelets, though he had taken the bandages off.<br/><br/>If he found some guy drunk enough tonight, the man wouldn't notice his cuts. Yes. He was going to go find some random guy to take to bed, if only to forget for a while. He wasn't going to tell Victor that. He expected the man would flip a bitch if he found out.