Ansel began prepping Lucio's tea as requested, heating up some water in a kettle. He quickly rinsed off the dried chamomile flowers, waited for the water to come to a boil, and let the flowers soak until the water changed color and a pleasant, calming scent came wafting off of the tea. After straining his concoction into a mug, Ansel quickly cleaned up and made his way up the stairs, momentarily glancing at the photos on the wall. He smiled as he came upon Lucio's again, but he didn't allow himself to linger for long as he didn't wish to keep Lucio waiting.<br/><br/>When he entered the bedroom he set the mug down on the small bedside table next to Lucio, watching as the steam curled into the air. "Careful, it's still very hot," he warned. Ansel made his way to his bag and dug out a paper of boxers and a t-shirt, quickly dressing before settling into the bed next to his lover. The bed felt wonderful beneath him, the perfect balance between soft and firm, with warm, clean sheets and what Ansel guessed to be a down comforter that wrapped him up so beautifully. Suddenly, his own bed seemed inferior as he lay there, and he made a promise to himself that he'd need to invest in some new furnishings, especially if Lucio was going to be spending more time at the apartment, which Ansel was counting on.<br/><br/>The professor hadn't realized how exhausted he was until his weight began to sink into the mattress and his head started to feel heavy. "I hope you like your tea, sweetness," Ansel mumbled, searching blindly underneath the blankets until his fingers found Lucio's thigh. He squeezed it gently over Lucio's sweatpants and then let his hand settle there, unwilling to pull it away. Touching Lucio was an immense comfort, knowing that he was there beside him, comfortable and safe, and that Ansel had him all to himself.<br/><br/>"Goodnight, my love," he said, his voice nothing more than a breathy whisper as his eyes closed, his chest slowed, and he descended into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.