Mathias didn't want to think at the moment, didn't want to feel. He wanted to curl up on a bed, or on the floor, and just...not exist. He resisted the urge to look over at Victor, to try and read his expression, to see what he was thinking about. When they got back to the hotel and both had their bottles, the young man wasted no time in downing the drink, first a quarter, then half the bottle.<br/><br/>He had very nearly finished it when he realized he was drunk, and he was numb. Thank god for the latter feeling. Setting the bottle down, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair before looking back at Victor laying on the bed. He watched him for a moment before glancing around. Damn. Only one bed.<br/><br/>Normally, Mathias would have been thrilled, but instead, he was hesitant. There would be a foot between the two if he laid down on the very edge of the bed, but...he shifted in the night. He didn't want to piss off Victor by shifting and possibly curling up next to him. He sighed and shook his head in defeat before walking over to the other side of the bed. He lay down on it, glancing at Victor one more time before curling up on his side, his back towards Victor.<br/><br/>Awhile later, he was about half asleep, not quite exhausted enough to fall asleep, or do anything, but awake enough to notice if anything shifted near him, or if the hotel room door opened. He shifted onto his side and tried to sleep, only to glance up with half-lidded eyes at Victor. He closed them and let his mind slip into its half asleep state. He shivered on the bed, cold, but was already covered with the blanket. His body instinctively moved and shifted towards the nearest warm thing: Victor. He didn't wrap his arms around the man or anything, only laying there, curled up against Victor, his posture relaxed even more than before.