Lucio watched Ansel quietly, his brow furrowing in confusion as the man was quiet for an extended period of time, as though he hadn't quite heard his question. "Ansel?" he murmured curiously, but then the man turned and began hurrying off. "Ansel, darling? Where are you going?" he called after him, but the older male ignored his queries and continued on without so much as a glance backwards. He hadn't expected the question to upset Ansel, in fact he'd honestly expected the man to be overjoyed at the chance, however, slight, to be together. Lucio had found himself momentarily excited at the prospect, to be with Ansel whilst partially maintaining his life as it always had been, to feel out the waters of what an actual relationship might have been like . . . But it seemed that Ansel didn't share in his desire.<br/><br/>The student followed after Ansel once he'd replaced the rose into it's case, leaving it sitting there on the counter as he ventured into the bedroom and slowly opened up the door to the master bath. He gazed across the room quietly at Ansel in the shower and for a few moments he wondered if he should attempt to interrupt. He lingered in the doorway for a few moments before he slowly backed out, a sudden pang of pain hitting him in the chest as he quietly shut the door once again, stepping away slowly. He wasn't sure what had set Ansel off, but he was sure that it was most likely best to leave.<br/><br/>Whilst Ansel was in the shower Lucio moved around to collect his few things from around the home. He dressed in the clothes he worn the night prior and he found his phone settled in the pack that he'd brought for the evening. He called a service to order himself a car as he slung the pack over his shoulders. He slipped his shoes on and was ready to leave, but something prompted him to pause as he was headed out the door. Lucio's gaze wandered about the room slowly for a moment before it landed on a desk that was positioned against one of the walls. He moved over quietly and shifted though a few papers before finding a blank sheet. He grabbed a pen out of a cup full of them and clicked it open before beginning to write.<br/><br/><span style="font-family:La Belle Aurore"><span style="font-size: 18px">Ansel,<br/>
I'm not sure what possessed you to run out like that, but I'll assume you have your reasons. Know that my offer still stands should you wish to take me up on it; you have my number should you care to reach me. Thank you for everything: the party, the bed, the breakfast, the company. I enjoyed every moment.<br/>
Fondly Yours,<br/>
Lucio</span></span><br/><br/>He signed his name at the bottom of the brief note, pursing his lips before nodding quietly and moving into the bedroom. He deposited the slip of paper on the bed before hurrying from the apartment before Ansel could exit the shower. He didn't wish to get into any sort of altercation, and he had a strange feeling that that might have been where their interactions were headed.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~.~.~.~​</div><br/>Monday came, the time for Ansel's Abnormal Psychology lecture came, and Lucio was nowhere to be seen. Tuesday and Wednesday came and went also with no attempted contact from the handsome Englishman. Thursday arrived, the day Ansel would typically see Lucio for a second time for his twice weekly class meeting and yet there was still no sign of Lucio. The boy had neglected to attend any of his lectures that week, in fact, and unbeknownst to everybody he was simply holed up in his dorm. He'd opted against a roommate, even, so there was nobody to comment on Lucio's well being seeing as his room had been locked up and nobody had been witnessed entering or exiting at all throughout the week.<br/><br/>There wasn't anything specific that he could pinpoint being wrong, and yet he had little desire to do anything productive. He kept his phone fully charged and at his side at all times, lest Ansel attempt to contact him, and yet he received nothing. So, he laid in bed, nibbled on the bit of food he had lying around the dorm, and waited for something or someone. Yet, nothing seemed to be happening. He found it a bit jarring that nobody even attempted to come and seek him out. Did anybody care? It didn't seem so.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was childish to lie in the dorm as a bit of a cry for attention. Well, not perhaps, it most certainly was<i>extremely</i>childish and yet Lucio wasn't sure what else to do. Ansel hadn't been interested in his offer for companionship, and it seemed that nobody else even missed his presence, so what else was the boy to do? Suddenly he felt the confidence swept out from under his feet as he realized that people didn't need him, they didn't desire him one bit. The feelings he'd portrayed to Ansel about his own filth, his own base formation, were simply magnified by these realizations. At first they'd been but agitating whispers in the back of his mind, constantly attempting to dash Lucio's confidence but always being fended away by the fact that somebody, somewhere, wanted him in their space right away.<br/><br/>But now Lucio was alone.