Lucio immediately shook a third pill into his hand at the demand and he deposited them into Ansel's outstretched appendage carefully, his brow still furrowed deeply with worry. He hovered at the bedside, unsure of what to do next, or if there was anything more he could do. He could only assume that Ansel didn't want to be touched at that moment, especially by him in particular. It pained him as all he really wanted to do was cuddle up to him, comfort him, but realistically he knew that suffocating somebody who'd just been hurt like that rarely helped. So, instead, he awaited further instruction and he was incredibly grateful that he didn't have to wait very long until he was given something else to do.<br/><br/>The student perked up at Ansel's words. His voice seemed to have a bit less strain in it, and his body was gradually relaxing, which were all good signs. He nodded eagerly at the man's request. "Of course, love, I'll be right back with something," he muttered before moving off into the master bathroom. He returned mere moments later with a soft hand towel, he carefully took the pack from Ansel's hand and wound it up in the cloth before setting it back into his grasp. He returned to hovering for a little while, watching closely and listening intently for any more instructions though after about five minutes he deduced that there wouldn't be anymore. He slowly crept around to the other side of the bed, the one closest to the windows, and he carefully climbed up atop it. He moved up to Ansel's side slowly, rocking back so he was seated on folded legs beside him as he reached out and touched the gentleman’s cheek in an almost timid manner.<br/><br/>"I really am sorry, my darling . . . I should've positioned myself properly last night, I know better than than. I was just so comfortable I didn't think that a terror would grip me," he said quietly as his fingers slid to Ansel's jawline and his thumb gently ran over his lips. "They're one of the reasons I don't sleep beside my clients. You're the first person I've share a bed with in God knows how long, and I was starting to hope that maybe I wouldn't suffer from the terrors as long as you were beside me. Suppose I was sorely mistaken." The man sighed softly and dropped his hand from Ansel's cheek, resting both of his arms over his abdomen. He didn't linger there for long after he finished his brief apology and explanation, he slowly slipped from the bed again, standing up straight and making his way over to his weekend bag. He drew out his hygiene supplies from one of the zipped up pockets on the side and he also grabbed a change of clothes.<br/><br/>"I'll be in the washroom, darling. If you need anything just shout," he said softly, stopping by the side of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to the lover’s forehead. He knew from experience the pain of testicular injuries, even ones that didn't result in technical damage. He didn't wish to bother the man too much whilst he was still recovering from the initial shock, and he needed to get himself ready anyways. He hoped that despite the rocky start to their morning they'd still be able to get a few things done throughout the day. Lucio had also been hoping to get more than a few things done that evening . . . But he supposed it would now be dependent on how Ansel found himself feeling by the end of the day.<br/><br/>Lucio moved off into the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind himself before setting about getting ready for the day. He relieved himself, brushed his teeth and hair and threw his long locks up in a ponytail to begin. Following that he set about stripping and starting up a shower, a brief while later stepping into it once it was sufficiently warm. He washed off only his face and body beneath the warm stream, having found that his hair looked quite nice still after his last complete shower two days prior he didn't wish to mess with it at all. After that was done he stepped out and toweled himself off quickly before dressing in a simple, loose gray shirt along with a pair of light wash jeans. The shirt draped over his thin form elegantly, it didn't draw an obnoxious amount of attention to the man's frail figure but it accentuated the fact that he had a lean, long torso. It suited him quite well, actually.<br/><br/>He returned to his love after he finished dressing and let his hair down out of his tie. He moved up to the bed immediately, reaching up to run his fingers through Ansel's hair delicately. "Feeling better, my love?"