Much to his disappointment the alcohol did absolutely fuck all. With everything still swimming around in his mind Victor was finding it hard to stay asleep. He had slept for a few hours at most, woke up once, and then fell asleep again for about ten minutes. Though he could still feel the alcohol in his system he simply could not fall back to sleep for the life of him. He had a horrible dream, the kind of dream that you could not recall but knew, in the pit of your stomach, it was unsettling, and it was now preventing him from falling asleep even though he was pretty exhausted. His eyes and his body felt heavy, his breathing deep, yet sleep always eluded him. Now he was just laying there staring at the wall with a blank expression on his face hoping that his body would just tell his brain to shut the fuck up and let him sleep.<br/><br/>He had barely even noticed that Mathias had moved onto the bed until he felt something against him. It was strange but somehow he also began to feel a little more relaxed and decided to just remain where he was instead of moving over. What was he going to do, push him away? Burned in his mind, the word enemies still stuck out to him the more he tried to think about the trip and made him shiver slightly. If they were enemies he should push him away, right? It made sense but he decided to just let it go, it was kind of odd.  As awkward as it was there was some sort of strange comfort about Mathias being close to him. The two had been through a lot, even before this trip; maybe he felt it was comforting because of that.<br/><br/>It was so strange. Yet the more he thought about it the more the answer eluded him.<br/><br/>Relaxing, Victor attempted to close his eyes and sleep again, letting out a slow breath as he felt the sleepiness attempt to kick insomniaâ€™s ass. Maybe it was not insomnia at all and he was just restless with everything still on his mind, but either way he was beginning to feel a little better. Instead of being curled up he allowed himself to stretch out a bit so he could further relax but not so much that it would disturb Mathias. Being so tense was not healthy for him and he knew that if he was going to get any more sleep he needed to stop being tense. The warmth from Mathias was definitely helping with that, eventually he was able to, finally, get some more sleep.