Lucio listened to Ansel's quiet explanation intently, a dreamy look taking over his sculpted features as he thought of what the experience would be like with his dazzling professor. He nodded slowly at Ansel's closing statement, a thoughtful sigh escaped his lips and he was quite for a bit. He rested his head upon Ansel's shoulder as he returned his gaze out over the lake, watching as the sun lazily sunk below the horizon. Ansel had already finished his sandwich, but Lucio had barely even taken a handful of bites when he sat up and deposited it into the plastic baggie he'd brought it in, finished for the time being. He ate a few pieces of the baggie of apple rings, but overall he seemed extremely picky about his food this evening. He hadn't been able to consume nearly anything for a majority of the week, so it could have been assumed that he'd not have much of an appetite for a little while.<br/><br/>He wasn't, however, about to pass up on dessert. Though mint gelato wasn't his favorite flavor, it was far from his least favorite and this particular brand was quite good, in his opinion. He cracked it open gladly, having Ansel open up the strawberries as he fished their forks from the bag and laid them out. He enjoyed just a bit of the ice cream and the partially disintegrated strawberries, again barely consuming anything at all, especially in comparison to Ansel. It might have been mildly concerning, especially seeing as Lucio had lost a few pounds of their week apart, pounds that he really couldn't afford to loose, but Lucio did genuinely feel full after his small meal. He hoped Ansel wouldn't press him to eat much throughout their weekend together, he'd rather keep to small meals and attempt to slowly build his way back up.<br/><br/>When they'd finished up with their dessert, having enjoyed it in a comfortable silence as the light slowly faded below the horizon, plunging the pair into dusk, Lucio turned to Ansel. "So, darling, what would you say to a swim? The water here is a bit cold, but it really is delightful once you grow used to it, incredibly clean. I bet it'll feel good on your hands, as well," he said as he slowly pulled from the mans hold, standing.<br/><br/>He didn't wait for an answer, simply assuming that it would be a yes, he reached to the bottom of his jumper and he pulled it up over his head, tossing it in a pile. It was a little chilly outside at this stage, so once Lucio's body grew used to the water he knew that it'd be appreciated. He pushed down his joggers and boxers simultaneously, kicking them over into the pile with his sweatshirt and smiling down at Ansel as he set his hands upon his hips. He wasn't short of confidence despite his frail appearance, that much was certain enough. Then he also knew that Ansel still found him delightfully attractive, even with some ugly bruises and protruding ribs, so he felt no need to be self conscious.