Ansel listened to Lucio's explanation quietly, taking note of the intimate details his young lover shared. Although Ansel did not suffer from night terrors himself, he was well aware of them and their potential to riddle sufferers with anxiety. He had heard of individuals who forced themselves into insomnia by downing caffeinated beverages and pills, consuming illegal stimulants, and utilizing technology to keep them awake, such as setting an alarm clock to go off every ten minutes. From what Lucio said, he hadn't let his worry over his night terrors to keep him from sleep altogether, but it had made him choose solitude over the comfort of warm and inviting arms. When Lucio had left him alone on the bed, Ansel let his body relax as much as it was able, keeping the ice pack on his crotch, taking sips from the water from time to time. He hoped that this incident wouldn't keep Lucio from wanting to sleep with him in the future. Knowing that Lucio felt guilty was something that made the professor particularly unhappy. If he had to drag Lucio into bed with him that night, he would. He would do it for the rest of his life if it meant that he could continue waking up next to his love, regardless of whether that wake up was peaceful or violent.<br/><br/>By the time Lucio returned, almost an hour had passed since Ansel's injury. The pain had subsided a significant amount and the nausea was completely gone. The pain meds had probably helped quite a bit, but Ansel was grateful for it. Eyeing Lucio was a pleasant experience for him; his lover's jeans flattered his long, lean legs and his gray shirt did similarly for his torso. Although he knew that underneath the fabric Lucio's skin was still discolored and his ribs still poked out, Ansel didn't care. After his shower, Lucio looked positively fresh and inviting. There was a brightness in his eyes and a soft, pleasant pink that kissed his cheeks. "You look beautiful," he said gently, taking the ice pack off of his body and placing it to the side. "Yes, I feel better. Probably want to take it easy for at least the next few hours. Maybe days, depending on how the rest of the weekend goes. No feverish masturbation sessions, unfortunately. Only very gentle, romantic jacking off for me." Ansel grinned and waved Lucio toward him, holding his arms wide open so Lucio could tuck himself inside.<br/><br/>"You know, I'm feeling like I could use a nice shower. You're all cleaned up and here I am, still in my boxers, looking and feeling like a huge mess. Perhaps some cool water and a helping hand from a particularly handsome young Englishman with a special touch is just the medicine I need. What do you think about that?" Perhaps with such a recent testicular injury, Ansel shouldn't have been thinking about Lucio in any sexual context, but the man just couldn't help himself. Even if they didn't get to play, there was something highly erotic about the idea of having Lucio help him get cleaned up. Even it it was just a light form of teasing, it was something.<br/><br/>"Unless you had any better ideas of how to start our morning? I'm fairly sure this wasn't part of it."