Lucio kissed his lover back delicately and he smiled warmly. “Of course, love. Careful not to let him bite your head off,” he commented lightheartedly before returning to his bowl of fruit. He nibbled at it idly whilst chatting with Griffith quietly about what had happened, not bothering to attempt to listen in to the conversation that was going on in the other room. He had a vague idea of what Cassio might have wanted to speak to his lover about, but he was sure that it wouldn’t do anything to affect his and Ansel’s relationship. From what he had gathered Ansel was invested in him quite deeply, and he knew, or at least he firmly believed, that nothing could divide them, at least for the time being.<br/><br/>Cassio escorted Ansel over to the living room, settling down on the couch and gazing up at the man as he began to speak without even giving the youngest Bane a chance to gather his thoughts. Despite the presumptuous nature of Ansel’s statements Cassio listened quietly and politely to all he had to say, a passive expression on his face. He nodded quietly when Ansel finished off with professing his love for Lucio and stating that he’d be sticking around for some time to come. “I don’t doubt that you love him, Ansel, I’m not concerned about the house or my mother. I brought you in here to chat with you about Lucio for a bit,” he stated softly, reaching up and rubbing his face slowly with one hand before pushing his fingers through his hair.<br/><br/>“How long have you known him, Ansel? Not very long, I presume?” the teenager sighed heavily as he leaned back into the couch, looking up at Ansel with a thoughtful gaze. “I doubt you’ve been with him long enough to witness an episode if you’re still around, but I felt that you deserved to know before anything happens. Lucio, as I’m sure you’ve gathered, isn’t exactly . . . Why don’t we say, stable. I’m not sure how much you’ve uncovered so far, but he’s suffered from a lot of emotional trauma through his life, and it’s left him more than a little bit unhinged. He suffers from severe and extremely violent night terrors, he has occasional PTSD related panic attacks, and he’s got extreme attachment issues. He’s managed to drown out the pain of his past with promiscuity and alcohol for now, but I fear if he doesn’t face his past he’ll never be well again.<br/><br/>“You seem committed to him, like you truly wish to be with him for the long haul. I commend you for that, I do, but you need to be prepared to deal with his baggage and I just wanted to let you know about it,” he said softly as he gazed up at Ansel, crossing his arms over his abdomen. “But back to the topic of his episodes. We aren’t sure exactly what triggers them a majority of the time, but he falls into suicidal fits once in a blue moon. Last time it happened Griffith and I found him in a full tub, absolutely sloshed and attempting to down a bottle full of antidepressants. In the past he’s attempted to hang himself, jump off of buildings, shoot himself. He’s not himself when he’s doing it, really, he doesn’t understand that we don’t want him dead, he’s entirely sure that the entire world is working against him, that everything in the universe wishes to be rid of him.<br/><br/>“I’m hoping you won’t have to deal with an episode, I truly am. Perhaps you’re finally somebody that can make him really, truly happy, perhaps you can make him feel at home in this world in a way that none of us ever could,” the boy stood and closed the distance between him and Ansel, reaching out to suddenly take a hold of the man’s hands firmly within his own. “But I implore you to keep a close eye on him, Ansel. If not for my sake then for his. Knowing he has a boyfriend is . . . Well, it’s comforting; having another set of eyes to watch over him will be good for our sanity.” The boy nodded slowly as he stepped back, wiping his hands off on his sweatpants and clearing his throat. “I hope this doesn’t scare you away, he seems to really care for you, I’ve not seen that in him before,” he commented softly, glancing towards the kitchen quietly and shaking his head slowly.