Lucio was lying in bed still throughout the entirety of this encounter. He had no idea what was going on, for all he knew Ansel despised him at this stage. Merely the thought of the man harboring that emotion for him was enough to drive him to bolt to the bathroom and vomit up what little food he'd managed to consume today, as had been the routine for the past few days. He couldn't deny the feelings he held for Ansel anymore, nor could he deny just how much they'd gripped him in the short span of a week, because what he was feeling now he could only think to categorize as heart-break. Sure the thought that other people didn't need him was gut wrenching, but even the thought of his handsome professor now left him an absolute mess.<br/><br/>He was still hunched over the toilet when his phone began ringing, dry heaving into the bowl. One ring, two, three, four, before Lucio finally heard the noise and bolted upright, ignoring the spinning in his head as he snatched the phone up and pulled it to his ear. He didn't bother to check who it was, so when he heard that deep, smooth voice on the other end of the line a tingling sensation began coursing through his frail body. "A-Ansel?"<br/><br/>Lucio perked up slightly when Ansel commented on his need to see him. "U-Um, yes Sir. I'm in Oakley Hall, third floor, room F," he relayed quietly, swallowing hard as he listened to the harsh breathing on the other end of the line. He didn't say anything more, however, in fact he simply hung up the phone after telling the man where he was located.<br/><br/>He set the device down on the back of the toilet and then scurried over to the sink, glancing in the mirror he cringed. He looked horrific. His bruises had begun to heal, but in doing so they had transformed into ugly yellow and green blotched along his beautiful skin. His cheeks were gaunt from a week of refusing sustenance, and there were dark, bruise-like bags beneath both of his eyes. There wasn't much he could do to help his appearance, as it was a result of not caring for himself, so he simply did what he could: he washed his face, brushed his teeth, and threw his messy hair up into a low, slouchy bun so it was at least someone contained. He shuffled out into the bedroom then, shutting the door behind him and abandoning the phone inside. He glanced at himself in a full length mirror that hung on the back of his door and he sighed heavily, shaking his head slowly. He didn't look good, but this was as good as it was going to get, he supposed. He wore a pair of slate gray joggers, along with a loose black t-shirt and a navy blue cardigan over that. He wouldn't bother changing for Ansel, the man probably just wanted to come speak with him to tie up some loose ends anyways, that wasn't anything to dress up for.<br/><br/>Lucio stepped over to the door and unlocked it quietly before retiring back onto his bed, gazing out the window silently as he awaited the arrival of the man who'd somehow managed to steal his head. He glanced down at the window sill and reached over, taking a hold of a little trinket that sat there. He lifted a tiny glass rose to his lips, closing his eyes as his currently cracked and dry skin pressed against the cool glass.