Kis left only a little while after they hugged, which left Mathias to his thoughts, even though Kis told him to text her if he needed to. Which he would have, if he had been in a right state of mind.<br/><br/>He wasn't though, so his thoughts were jumbled and revolved around him sleeping with one of the men that was an enemy to Victor's father. He had let the guy screw him, fuck him. Hell, he had been pretty senseless when Victor had come in, only to snap back at reality when the man had yelled at him.<br/><br/>He felt guilt and shame fill his body as he realized just how much of an idiot he had been. Feeling wanted was no excuse for being with a potentially dangerous person, whether he knew it or not.<br/><br/>Hearing Victor tell him through the door that he had an hour to get ready, it jerked him from his depressed state of mind slightly, enough to get him up and moving, at least.<br/><br/>Shakily, he stood up from the bed and went to his bathroom, looking in the mirror at himself. His skinniness was far too obvious. It didn't show as much in his face as it did in his stomach and hips, where his ribs were somewhat noticeable and his hips jutted out slightly under the skin.<br/><br/>He shook his head, looking away from his reflection. He stripped out of his clothes and took another shower, more for calming himself down than doing anything washing wise, since he had taken a shower before.<br/><br/>He took a hot shower for about twenty minutes,, then got out, wrapped a towel around himself, and went to change into his suit. He dried himself off first and changed, then went to go fix his hair into a slightly more neat version of what it already looked like. He looked like some bad ass gangster, oh yeah.<br/><br/>At the thought of gangsters, Mathias sighed and shook his head, sitting on the bed. Thank god his suits never rumpled or wrinkled easily. He closed his eyes, resting for just a bit longer.