Lucio furrowed his brow and frowned slightly at Ansel’s words, though he did listen to them intently. He understood the grievances that the man had about the lies he’d weaved, but then he didn’t believe it to be a big deal. “Well, we can cross that bridge when we come to it. I’d really rather them find out a bit later, under slightly more controlled circumstances that you and I have such a taboo relationship,” he said softly, reaching out to delicately caress Ansel’s cheek. “And you know for a fact I don’t hate your class, even if the subject matter is a bit dull to me. It’s where I met you, so even if I absolutely despised psychology, which I don’t, I couldn’t hate it.” Lucio sighed softly as Ansel proceeded to draw himself back anyways and he slowly slid down from his perch on the edge of the counter in response, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair as he watches his lover go about fetching some bottles of water.<br/><br/>The student lagged slightly behind the professor as they made their way out of the home together. He couldn’t help but admire Ansel’s physique as he strolled along behind him, a faint smile blossoming upon his lips again as he watched Ansel move and stretch about. There was something particularly pleasing about simply observing the man, and Lucio was sure that even if he wasn’t doing anything particularly interesting he would be content simply gazing at him for all of eternity. Something about the athletic gentleman simply entranced the lean boy, and he wasn’t about to question what exactly it was.<br/><br/>He followed Ansel all the way to the little makeshift bed they’d set up the evening before. It was wrecked at that stage, the only remnant of their delightful activities the bottle of lubricant that had been cast to the side. Lucio watched as Ansel stowed away the sole reminder and he perked up slightly as the man’s rough voice pierced the silence that had grown in between them. He nodded quietly at his question, though he promptly noted that the man wasn’t looking in his direction and so he said, “Yes, I’d quite like to swim today, but we don’t have to right this second if you don’t want to. The weather just seems to be quite perfect for the water today,” he pointed out quietly, shifting about slowly and then tugging at the hair tie that was secured about his wrist.<br/><br/>“Are you angry with me, love? About what I said to Griffith?” he queried quietly as he slowly slunk around to Ansel’s front side, his brow furrowed with worry at the prospect of Ansel harboring some sort of grudge. He didn’t wish for anything to drive a rift between them, even the smallest of things like a flippant lie on his part.