Lucio gently guided Ansel down the hall, blinking rapidly to force back the tears that welled up in his eyes as he deposited the man on the bed before nodding in understanding. He turned and moved quietly into the bathroom, quickly coming across the mentioned bottle of peroxide and bandages. Along with those two items he searched for a few moments and found a plain white wash rag in one of the drawers before he returned to Ansel.<br/><br/>He settled down beside the man on the edge of the bed, gently taking a hold of his hand and lying it out atop his leg. He poured some peroxide into the rag and began delicately dabbing at the torn skin, washing away the blood and washing out the wounds carefully. He was already well on his way to finishing caring for the wounded hand when Ansel began to rant. He tried to ignore the man’s words, to tell himself that if the man was drunk he wouldn't be rambling on about such silly things, but he simply couldn't. The painful part was that the desire to submit to Ansel, to curl up in his arms and tell him that he'd stay with him, be his for the rest of time, but he simply couldn't.<br/><br/>"I am . . . Broken, lost, dirty. That's why you need to realize that I won't ever be yours. You deserve someone better, someone who'll be able to love you and give you their everything without question," he whispered as he finished wrapping up Ansel's wounded hand, gently moving to deposit it back in the inebriated mans lap. "I am nothing more than a punching bag, a sex doll, a romantic boyfriend for a night; an object of pleasure no matter where that pleasure is coming from. The sooner you realize that, and realize what a beautiful piece of scum I am, the better off you will be, darling," he finished quietly as he lifted his gaze up to meet the professors. Despite his rapid blinking and other attempts to stave off tears, all of a sudden the floodgates opened and he burst into sudden, desperate sobs, tears rolling freely down his beautifully sculpted cheeks.<br/><br/>He stood from the bed to put some distance between him and Ansel, not wanting to be comforted or loved on by the older male. "I am nothing, and you deserve everything and more," he choked out between ugly sobs, reaching up to cover his mouth and nose with both hands after he spoke, looking away from his lover. He made it a point to never cry in front of people, or really never to show any sort of weakness at all. But now Ansel was witnessing him in his most raw, vulnerable state of being and he found it to be much more of an intimate situation than he was comfortable with. He could fuck anybody under the sun all day long without issue, but the second he had to showcase any of his genuine emotions was when he felt uncomfortably exposed.