Night terrors. Another one of the many reasons Lucio had chosen to forego sharing a bed with anyone. The terrors that gripped him were highly embarrassing once he came to his senses, and it wasn't odd for him to injure or at least cause great discomfort to his partners whilst he struggled to regain full awareness. Now was no exception, though he didn't understand what was happening just yet he'd be horrified to realize that he'd hurt his darling once he was fully roused, and with Ansel's firm embrace that moment would come much more quickly.<br/><br/>The students body shook horrifically from the adrenaline that coursed through his frail body, but when Ansel's voice pierced through his skull and the mans arms entwined around him he didn't fight at all. He buried his face into Ansel's shoulder, doing his best to calm his irregular breathing as he gripped the man firmly. He managed to fight off the tears the threaten to spill over and ever so gradually he calmed within the professor's arms. The man had an affect on Lucio like no other, he made him feel safe, protected, cared for, dare he say<i>loved</i>.<br/><br/>Lucio lifted his watery gaze up onto Ansel's when the professor drew back, delicately taking a hold of his face and gazing down into his eyes. "Oh, Ansel . . . He was there, he was chasing me 'round the hotel, holding that damned butcher knife," the boy whimpered softly his lower lip quivering as he reached around to his side, the one with the thick, but faded scar along the side of it. He squeezed his side lightly and then drew his hand back in front of him, glancing down as though to check if there was any blood seeping from the long closed wound. "It felt so real, I-I know it wasn't but it felt like he was right there in front of me, I—" The boy paused as he lifted his gaze back up onto Ansel and he noticed something. The man's face, it was tense, and Lucio could see the pain that was etched into it. He pulled back suddenly, his eyes widening and his face growing pale.<br/><br/>"Oh shit, I hurt you, didn't I?" he whispered as he got up onto his knees and immediately took Ansel's face into both of his hands, his fear all but forgotten for the time being. "What did I do, love? How can I help?" He whispered as he ran his thumbs over his cheekbones, his brow furrowing with worry.