Lucio listened quietly to Ansel's entire story and at the end he was finished with bandaging up the man’s second hand and had returned his gaze back to the beautiful man. He couldn't help but smile himself as he observed his grin and he shook his head slowly. "No, my darling, I'm not mad . . . Perhaps a bit upset that you didn't contact me before now, but certainly not mad," he answered honestly, leaning up and pressing a brief kiss his lips. "I was trapped in Hell without you, darling. Thinking that you didn't care to be with me anymore, well . . . It was almost more than I could bear," he whispered after he'd broken the kiss, though he remained close enough to rest his forehead lightly against Ansel's. He stayed there for a short period of time, lingering close to his lover and feeling quite apprehensive about ever pulling away for fear that he'd never feel the warm, smooth sensation of his skin.<br/><br/>He did back away after a short while, though, picking up the things he'd used to clean the man’s wounds and moving to deposit them back into the bathroom. "I should be all good for some . . . Activity again by the end of next week," he commented as he exited the bathroom, slipping off his cardigan and tugging off his t-shirt as he did, depositing them both into the hamper that sat at the end of the bed as they'd been stained by the blood on Ansel's shirt as it had seeped down whilst Ansel was a top him. Of course he always looked incredibly lean but just the few pounds he's dropped throughout the week had left him looking almost skeletal. The fact that his skin had taken on an unhealthy yellowish tinge from days on end spent inside didn't help.<br/><br/>He decided to strip off his pants and boxers as well and change onto an entirely fresh outfit. A pair of worn light wash jeans along with a slouchy ACDC jumper and his pair of black converse, leaving his hair in it's low set, messy bun. It was a relatively unkempt outfit for Lucio's tastes, but simply the fact that he'd changed clothes was a victory in his opinion. He sighed heavily and looked over at Ansel, a warm smile forming on his lips as he moved to close the space between them again.<br/><br/>"Ansel, my love," he murmured as he wound his arms about the man’s neck, settling himself in between the others legs. "Can you take tomorrow off? I want to get out of the city for the weekend, and I want you to go with me. We can go to my family's lake house up North. It'll be good for us," he murmured, stroking the back Ansel's neck gently. The request came out of nowhere, as the idea had, but the thought of a relaxing weekend lakeside with his love at his side was quite lovely.