"Lucio, I remember everything," Ansel said gently, taking another strawberry and tossing it into his mouth. "You'll be surprised to know that I've never puked or blacked out from drinking. I'm a bit of a rarity." He watched as Lucio ate some of the sweet pancake, picking at it lightly. Based on Lucio's body type, it didn't surprise him that Lucio wasn't one to eat much. Ansel didn't mind. As long as Lucio got his fill, however much that might have been, he was happy. He excused himself for a moment to go grab Lucio and himself a cup of coffee, putting a bit of the almond milk into it like Lucio asked. When he returned, he set Lucio's mug down on the bedside table next to and sat down again in his previous position, holding his own mug carefully and taking light sips.<br/><br/>"I don't remember every single word, admittedly, but I know the gist of what I told you. And I know what you told me." Another sip from his mug, trying to find the words. They still felt jumbled, even though he knew there were there somewhere. "I know you're apprehensive. But despite all that, I still think you should give me a chance. And if you don't want to be with me, okay. All I'm asking is that you don't say no before trying. We work well together. You know we do. You'd be lying to both of us if you claimed otherwise."<br/><br/>Ansel set his mug down on the opposite bedside table and sighed. He had the drive, passion and feeling behind his words but despite his uninterrupted sleep, he was still feeling rather exhausted. The alcohol hadn't affected his memory, but it had certainly affected his ability to convey himself properly to his love. "You're stubborn. But I've had more practice." Ansel leaned in now, careful not to accidentally knock any of the food items from the bed. He began kissing Lucio's neck, moaning softly against it as he did so. He didn't expect anything to come of it, not physically anyway, but he wanted Lucio to feel what he felt now, in that moment. "I'm yours," he whispered gently.