Jared chuckled softly. "We do." he replied to Victor, then looked at his mother. "Mom, I…don't need a guard." he replied slowly. "No offense, Victor." he glanced at Victor, then back at his mother.
Mrs McKay shook her head slightly. "Jared…you need somebody to help you if you aren't at home and the PTSD symptoms act up. Okay? It makes me nervous when you go out alone."
Victor shook his head. "None taken." He says a small smile on his lips. "I am just here to do what your mother has requested." he states simply, his eyes gentle. His hands were tucked gently into his pockets. A little smile was on his lips.
Jared sighed loudly, leaning against the doorframe. "Okay. Fine." he replied, raking a hand through his already messy hair. "Come on in, I guess." he moved so he was no longer in the doorway, fidgeting a little. There were smudges under his eyes from sleepless nights.
Mrs McKay nodded, and came in, gesturing to Victor to come in, and closed the door once they were all inside.
Victor chuckled quietly at that before clearing his throat and smiling softly. His own white blonde hair was pulled back neatly, showing off his beautiful and heavily lashed eyes. He adjusts his trench coat before following after Mrs. McKay. He hung his jacket up and looked around the familiar house.
"So… what's this all about?" Jared asked, looking over at them and biting his lower lip a little.
"I decided to hire Victor here to be your…bodyguard, I suppose. This way, if you freeze up or have another one of your attacks, there's someone to keep you safe." Mrs McKay replied.
Jared sighed. "There's no changing your mind, is there?" He mumbled, raking a hand through his hair.
Victor sat down, crossing one leg over the other and folding his hands neatly across his knee. Victor listened quietly, his eyes kept steady on the mother and her son. Not only was he here to help with PTSD episodes but to also keep him safe and from possible other kidnapping sprees. He didn't think it was wide to say that openly though, since who knew what it might trigger.
Mrs McKay shook her head. "No. I want to keep you safe, as much as I can. I don't want…anything to happen." She seemed to skirt around what she was really trying to say.
Jared swallowed slightly. "Okay. Fine." He replied, raking a hand through his hair again.
Mrs McKay smiled. "I'll be in my office if you need me." She kissed his cheek and left the room.
Jared plopped down on the couch, and looked over at Victor. "I can't tell if it's coincidence that she hired you, or if you knew last night." He remarked.
Victor was currently looking at messages from his phone when Jared sat beside him. He chuckled quietly. "I knew that I was taking on a job last night, but I did not know it was specifically you that I would be guarding. I suppose it was just luck that I ran into you last night." he replies as he fixed his hair.
"Oh good, that makes this only slightly less embarrassing." Jared replied with a soft sigh. "So…I haven't had anyone following me around since I was like…ten years old, so i don't really remember how I'm supposed to behave." He shrugged.
Victor chuckles softly. "Behave normally, I suppose." He hums as he runs a hand through his hair. "And don't worry about me watching your every move. I'm just here to make sure you're safe and that I can coax you through your episodes. Other then that, I am simply a shadow." He shrugs.
Jared nodded. "Okay." He replied simply. He looked over at Victor. "I still…it's hard to believe that I met you yesterday, and then my mom hires you."
"Ah yes. Fate and coincidence have a tendency to mix, don't they?" His laugh was gentle, kind and light. There was no menace, just a constant smile and gentle eyes. Victor, despite his appearance was a very kindhearted man. But that's if you didn't mess with his clients.
Jared shrugged, and nodded. "Yeah. They do." He chuckled softly. Fate can be a bitch, though… He cleared his throat. "So i haven't had breakfast…are you hungry?"
Victor looks up and sighed softly before shaking his head. "I've eaten, but if you want I can make breakfast. I ate at about three in the morning." he hums as he stands. "What would you like?"
Jared shook his head. "No, I didn't mean you needed to cook, I can make food, I was just wondering if you wanted any." He replied, standing as well. Though he wasn't nearly as tall as Victor. "Also, why at three? That's…really early."
He chuckles. "I enjoy cooking… It's a little skill I picked up." he replies as he fixes his hair, giving a relaxed sigh. "As for the three in the morning, I have a very whacked up sleep schedule."
Jared nodded. "Oh. Okay." he chuckled softly. "I can tell that you do. At three this morning, i was…" he thought for a moment. "Asleep. I was asleep until about ten minutes ago." he rubbed his face with a hand, heading into the kitchen and poking through the cupboards to see what food there was.
He smiled a little before he laughed gently. "Yes… I suppose I do. I must admit, my sister is very loud when she watches her favorite movies…. She was crying all night." He laughs quietly as he settles at the counter.
Jared chuckled softly. He grabbed a bowl, and set it on the counter, then grabbed a box of cereal. "Dare I ask what movies she was watching that made her cry?" He asked, pouring out his cereal into the bowl.
"I'm not entirely sure. My sister only seems to break down in front of movies." He replies as he fiddles with his thumb. "She's sweet, just doesn't really know when to call it a night." He replies as a soft laugh leaves his lips.
Jared nodded. "Oh, I see." He looked over at Victor. "You sure you don't want any food?" He asked, a little awkwardly. He really had no idea how he was supposed to behave, and he really wished his mom had given him some warning ahead of time.
"I'm alright, thank you though." He replies with a soft smile. He was glad that the other was at least trying. Some of his clients treated him like trash and it wasn't the best experience.
Jared nodded, putting the milk in his bowl, and then putting everything away. He sat down on a stool, eating. "So…I don't actually have much planned for today." He remarked as he ate.
Victor smiled a little bit before shrugging. "If there is nothing planned, there is nothing planned. There is no such thing as wasted time, when what you did was enjoyable." He replies with a grin.
Jared nodded slowly. "How old are you?" He asked suddenly. "I just realized that I have no idea. You look like you're in your twenties? Maybe?" He shrugged, chuckling softly.
Victor looked up and hummed before smiling. "I'm 23." He states happily, a relaxed sigh leaving his lips. "What about you, Jared?" he asks, genuinely interested in what the other would say.
Jared nodded, and swallowed a bite of food before responding. "22." He replied. He had missed his 21st birthday, because of…well. What had happened that had resulted in his mother thinking he needed a bodyguard. And…maybe he did. He sighed softly.
He nods and smiles faintly. "My sister is 19. She still gets mad that I go to the bar without her. I don't even drink funnily enough. Maybe once or twice have I gone to a bar to drink." Victor leaned back in his chair, inspecting the male in front of him .
Jack chuckled softly. "I see. Well. She probably would have put me in a straightjacket about three months ago, considering I tried to use alcohol as a coping mechanism." his eyes darkened for a moment, then he blinked away the memories. "It didn't work well. Mostly because my mom got…well." he shrugged.
"Drinking is something that you can enjoy, but there's a limit." He mutters softly as he looked down at his hand. He should know that feeling. After his first job, he couldn't handle it. He sighed and smiled at the other.
