Lucio listened quietly to Ansel's confession, and he stared silently down at his hands all the while. He twiddled his thumbs idly once the professor was through speaking and he allowed an awkward silence to blossom between them and hang in the air for an uncomfortably long amount of time. When he finally spoke all he said was, "I . . . I don't know what to say, Ansel," and his voice was soft, a note of genuine confusion lingering within it.<br/><br/>He lifted his eyes slowly from his interlaced hands and he examined the man seated beside him thoughtfully for a few moments. He truly didn't know what to say, the master improvisation actor and manipulator that was Lucio Bane was suddenly struck dumb at the thought that somebody could love him, much less somebody as lovely and as Ansel von Essen. The only thing he could manage to drag from his lips was a very softly spoken, "You shouldn't." But following his words were a series of actions that wholly contradicted the simple statement. He couldn't tell Ansel he loved him, the words simply refused to form on his tongue, but he could certainly show him that much. He merely hoped it'd be enough to sate the professor for now, to reassure him that Lucio was at least somewhere near the same state of mind regarding their odd relationship.<br/><br/>The student unbuckled his seat belt and hopped right over the center console into Ansel's lap. He didn't pay any mind to the awkward positioning in the car, which was smaller than Ansel's, nor the fact that the windows of his vehicle were clear and that any conservative passerby might witness them. His only focus in that moment was on his gorgeous professor, as he was truly all that mattered. Lucio took the man's face into his hands firmly and he melted into him eagerly as he pressed his lips to his. He kissed his lover like his life depended on it, and coming up for breath didn't seem to be high on his list of priorities in that moment.<br/><br/>When he finally did break the passionate embrace apart he was left gasping for air. The lack of breath didn't stop him from leaning in and begin to pepper Ansel with delicate kisses, however, and he eagerly claimed any bits of exposed skin he could find. Lucio finished his own silent admission by burying his face into the side of Ansel's neck, winding his arms around the man and clinging to him firmly. Lucio was just full of surprises on that day, he even shocked himself with the vulnerability he displayed. Yet, he didn't feel it was out of place despite the fact that it was out of character. It all simply felt right, albeit very uncomfortable.