Lucio had been enjoying the kiss, and gradually relaxing against his lover when Ansel suddenly pulled away without necessity or warning. The younger man furrowed his brow deeply as Ansel immediately averted his eyes and then soon after wrenched out of his arms completely. It didn't take Lucio long to determine the source of the professors displeasure; his scent, both fairly trademark parts of who and what he was, had been tainted by the saliva and semen of another. He had hoped it wouldn't affect the professor if he did notice it at all, seeing as the agreement they had seemed to include the fact that Ansel wasn't bothered by the fact that he fucked other people, but it did seem to affect the beautiful male rather deeply. It was almost as though he couldn't even look at him, which set off an unwelcome pang of tightness in his chest.<br/><br/>The young man parted his lips to say something, anything to draw Ansel back to him, regain his interest, but the other beat him to the punch. He pressed his lips together lightly, his brow still furrowed slightly as he gazed levelly at Ansel and he nodded slowly. "Of course, Doctor Essen, I'd be happy to join you," he murmured as he slowly stepped back, clearing his throat lightly and reaching up to run his fingers through his long, loose locks.<br/><br/>He didn't like seeing Ansel like this, not one bit, but as he told himself last night even with the doctor's presence in his life everything else had to go on as usual. Things had to get done whether he wished them to or not and one of those things was getting a degree. It had to be done, and he was so, so close . . . He couldn't allow his relationship with a single man, this attraction that he had, to ruin all of his years of work. Sacrifices had to be made sometimes, and this was simply his.<br/><br/>He slowly turned and moved around the desk again quietly, his eyes trained down on his feet as he fussed with the buttons on his shirt absentmindedly. He turned back to face the professor, gazing at him silently as he finished up packing away his things. He couldn't help but think as he gazed at Ansel silently what it would be like to have that face come home to you every day; what must Petra have felt like when her beautiful beau returned from the university every evening? Did she appreciate the fact that Ansel was hers and she was his, or did she take it for granted? He took in a sharp breath as he realized where his mind was wandering and he quickly cleared his throat and shook his head.<br/><br/>"It probably wouldn't be wise to eat anywhere on or near campus, I was thinking . . . There's a little seafood shack out on Navy Pier, however; my brothers and I frequent it in the summers. If you wouldn't mind driving we could go there and pick something up, then eat it out on the pier?" he suggested quietly as he continued fidgeting with the top few buttons on his shirt, fastening and unfastening them in rapid succession as he gazed at Ansel. It was cool enough out that not many people would be around on the Pier this evening, but not so much so that it would be uncomfortable to lounge outside as long as the pair stayed in their jackets. It seemed like a good enough solution to the problem they were faced with.