Mathias could almost see the other man relax as he said he wanted him to be there. He smiled slightly, glad to see Victor calming down slightly. Then he was being held, Victor's face buried against his chest as he apologized. Mathias wrapped his arms around Victor, holding him tightly and whispering, "You have every right to be stressed. You're not invincible, Victor...you don't need to be."<br/><br/>He moved one hand to let his fingers stroke gently through the other's hair, his chin resting on top of Victor's head as he continued holding him, not letting him go until he was ready to be released. He wanted to do something, anything to make his bodyguard, his companion stop crying.<br/><br/>After a moment, when there was a lull in the crying, Mathias hesitated before gently whispering, "You're not alone in this. I don't know much about fighting or shooting guns or anything...but...I'm here for you. If you ever need me or need to talk things out, or need a punching bag, or whatever. I'm willing..."<br/><br/>He blinked when Victor sat up after the tears finally slowed and died down, letting go of the man, listening carefully. He smiled slightly.<br/><br/>He could feel the tension in the air dissipate and vanish almost completely, even if there was still a tinge of uncertainty in every look they gave each other.<br/><br/>"If that's what you feel you need to do...then, I'm all for it." He sat up as well when he finally acknowledged he was still laying down and that it was awkward when Victor was sitting up. He sat there for a moment before saying, "We have the entire day tomorrow to relax and recuperate. I, for one, don't plan on leaving the room. What about you?"