Lucio was momentarily caught up in the emotions of the moment and he began eagerly unbuttoning the blood soaked shirt that Ansel wore. It wasn't long before his lover's hand hit a particularly tender bruise, though, and Lucio was jerked back to reality. "Admittedly I want your dick inside of me right now more than ever before, but simultaneously I'm aware that I might pass out from the pain if we try anything," he muttered as Ansel carefully pulled some of his weight off of Lucio's frail body. A soft sigh of regret escaped the boy but he continued on his quest to remove Ansel's nasty, blood soaked shirt, the sight of the scarlet liquid still managing to make him feel rather light headed.<br/><br/>The boy listened to Ansel's next comment and he pursed his lips thoughtfully, furrowing his brow as he slowly undid the last few buttons on the man’s shirt. "Well, I doubt they'd punish you if you claimed you were checking in on a student that had been missing . . . I haven't gone to any of my other classes this week either, so I'm sure they'd think your alarm was warranted," he said thoughtfully as Ansel began gently stroking back his messy hair. He smiled warmly though as the next topic brought up was a potential trip. He hadn't thought much about it, in truth, before Ansel brought it up, but now that the idea was planted in his brain it sounded absolutely delightful; traveling about with Ansel would be a wondrous experience. To get to be in each others presence for an extended period of time without the constant anxiety of somebody spying them and reporting them would be wonderful.<br/><br/>"We could do a two part trip. We'd start in London so I could show you around the place I grew up, and then perhaps we could go to Rome. I've always wanted to visit it in person seeing as I am quite into the history of the city, but I've never actually made it there unfortunately," He suggested quietly, his smile turning rather dreamy at thought of it.<br/><br/>He didn't stay still there for long, however, after a few seconds of lounging beneath Ansel and quietly pondering their theoretical trip he wiggled out from under the man. "Sit up and stay here, I'm going to get something for your hands . . . And take of that shirt, it's bloody disgusting," he instructed as he carefully slid of the bed and made his way into the bathroom without waiting for Ansel to carry out said instructions. He returned not even twenty seconds later with bandages, peroxide, and a rag from his bathroom, setting them all beside Ansel before he took the man’s previously injured hand and carefully unwrapped the old, blood soaked bandage from it. He lifted his eyes to meet Ansel's as he cared for his wounded hands.<br/><br/>"I take it this is all from Buckley?" Lucio's face was suddenly unamused as he asked the question, maintaining eye contact with Ansel for a few more moments before looking back down at his work. He dabbed away the blood, dirt, and other debris from his knuckles before cleaning off any partially attached skin. He then covered the wounds in gauze lightly before wrapping them into place with ace bandages. He repeated the process with the second hand, making sure to handle his love with the utmost delicacy.