"What is it about modeling that you dislike so much?" Ansel queried, shaking his head as they descended the stairs. Ansel was around models perhaps more often than his colleagues, and aside from some general griping about certain photographers or other models, most seemed to quite enjoy the profession. Lucio himself may have been insecure in some ways, but Ansel was fairly sure that the boy appreciated the feeling he received when others found him beautiful. Why wouldn't he want to showcase that beauty for the world to see?<br/><br/>"Yes, I'm aware of the ball. I've given a check the past few years although I never actually went to the ball itself. Petra did try to drag me out. She was quite bothered with me that I didn't want to bump elbows last year. Had I known that the love of my life was going to be on display, I might have been more inclined to squeeze myself into a tux and make an appearance." He followed Lucio into the kitchen and took a closer look at the damage. He was surprised that with all the commotion none of the teenagers had made their way downstairs, and it seemed that Ian had disappeared a long time ago. "But if you're going to be auctioning off your photos this year, we must go. I'm very interested in meeting your little fan club."<br/><br/>Lucio handed him his phone and Ansel flipped through the photos, staggered by his love's beauty. He was very pleased with how they turned out, but not so much with Lucio's comment about photoshopping. "Hush," he commanded, his eyes glued to one particular photo that showed off the elegant lines of Lucio's torso. "I love every single one of your moles and freckles. They paint sweet constellations on your body. Do me a favor? Request that they leave your beauty marks when the photo shoot is over, okay? You're stunning, and the idea that anyone would remove any part of you to make you more appealing is absolutely preposterous." He handed the phone back and smiled at his lover. "Send me those. All of them."<br/><br/>The cut up fruit was still on the kitchen counter, but now it was covered in bits of plaster, and Ansel didn't feel like salvaging the tainted food. As Lucio picked out the pieces of discarded bacon, Ansel cleaned up the fruit and tossed it into the garbage bin, then made his way to the fridge to see what else they had. Still more strawberries and melon, while oranges and bananas sat in a quaint wicker basket on the island. Ansel gathered the varied pieces of fruit and begin cutting them up and placing the pieces into a bowl to make a small fruit salad for Lucio to enjoy as he wasn't feeling particularly peckish. When he finished, he placed the bowl on the island in front of one of the breakfast stools and encouraged Lucio to sit.<br/><br/>"I'm surprised your brothers aren't down here," he said lightly, his eyes glancing toward the hole in the wall once more.