Lucio laid there and quietly listened as Ansel relayed the events of the evening. As the man spoke the boy’s hazy memories were pulled into focus and he gradually began to nod as his recollection was more or less restored. It wasn’t completely clear, perhaps it had been an offhanded effect of the drug on a new user’s system, but he did remember the gist of their evening, and even a few specifics. He remembered very clearly, for instance, how absolutely drop dead gorgeous had looked underneath him as they’d fucked, the lens of the ecstasy having made everything around them even more gorgeous, including each other. In fact, the evening prior he remembered thinking time and time again that Ansel was the most beautiful creature on planet earth, and even without an altered mind he kept ahold of that sentiment.<br/><br/>He vaguely recalled confessing his love to Ansel, and the rush of euphoria that had come with speaking those words aloud. He hadn’t held them in for that long, and yet it had felt as though his chest was going to explode if he didn’t profess his adoration to his professor. “I know it was good, because the feeling I remember most clearly was just this feeling of . . . Well, complete and utter joy. You’ve no idea how long it had been since I experience something with such unbridled happiness. In fact, I’m not sure I can remember the last time,” he commented as he slowly slid his fingers up to run through Ansel’s thick beard, not wanting to focus in on the ugly mutilated skin any longer.<br/><br/>Lucio pursed his lips then and he tipped his head to the side thoughtfully as Ansel brought up the massive hole in the wall his little stunt with Ian had left. He sighed heavily and nodded as he moved his fingers now to run through the hair atop Ansel’s head. “Well . . . You know I don’t like you paying for things, but I would certainly appreciate you covering this. My parents don’t keep a tight lock on my finances, but I’d prefer they not have any way to find out what happened here. Well, that is if Ian doesn’t go spilling it to every modeling agencies from here to Europe,” Lucio sighed heavily once again and he slowly drew his hands back from Ansel, sitting up and running his fingers through his hair as he slowly shook his head. “But I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, if we ever do.” He sincerely hoped they wouldn’t, but he wasn’t an idiot, he knew he’d misstepped as soon as the skillet had gone flying, he simply couldn’t contain his anger in that very moment. It was childish, he would admit it if pried to, but he couldn’t go back and change it now.<br/><br/>“Anyways, enough talk about the little prick. If we’re going to stay for the remainder of the day I’d prefer to forget this all ever happened, for now at least,” the young man muttered before heaving a sigh and moving to climb from the bed. He stripped out of the outfit he’d put on and he laid it out for later before changing right back into the swim trunks that he’d shucked off. He pulled his hair back into a knot atop his head and then he ran his hands over his face in a rather exasperated manner, shaking his head slowly as he did so. A thought popped into his head then, however, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.<br/><br/>“Speaking of modeling, did I tell you that I have a gig next weekend? My first one in months,” he commented as he looked over his shoulder at Ansel, who was sprawled across the bed still at that stage. “I’m going to be posing in various states of undress for a charity event. The photos will be auctioned off in just a few weeks."