Lucio felt an impending sense of dread wash over him at the uncomfortable silence that settled in between the pair of them as they moved out to Ansel's car. He thanked the man softly as he slid into the passenger side of the impeccably kept car and he looked around the interior quietly whilst he waited for Ansel to join him. He reached over his shoulder and buckled up his seat belt as the man pulled out of the parking space, tuning in quietly to the song that played over the sound system in the vehicle.<br/><br/>He gazed out the window throughout a majority of the ride down to the pier, but when Ansel suddenly reached over and gripped his hand his body tensed up and he turned his head quickly to face the older man. He couldn't help himself though, when he saw the man's lips lifted upwards his own did likewise and his entire demeanor softened. Ansel wasn't holding a grudge, and at that moment that was really all that mattered to Lucio; the pair of them would be able to enjoy what would most likely be a brief evening together without the memory of another professor looming between them. He closed his fingers around the professors gently before turning his attention back out the window, now relaxed back into the seat of the car as they finished the short remainder of the ride.<br/><br/>When the pair of them arrived Lucio slipped from the vehicle gracefully when Ansel popped open the door. He smiled up at the man warmly as he instructed him to lead the way and he nodded, gently taking a hold of Ansel's arm and moving with him quietly down the sidewalk that led from the parking lot onto the pier. They strolled together down the wooden walkway that made of the side of the pier, the center of it being made up of a series of buildings, shops, rides, the works. The silence that they held between them was much more comfortable now that the icy callousness had left the air, the pain of a betrayal that shouldn't have been considered as such. Lucio was beyond content to simply walk on Ansel's arm quietly, admiring the view of the lake and the boats that drifted out upon it as they strolled together.<br/><br/>The pair of them walked through the golden hour sunlight to the very end of the pier where there was a single shop, a small shack set up on its own with a sign over the top that simply said Seafood. Lucio released Ansel when they arrived in front of it, delighted to see that there wasn't another individual in sight on this brisk evening. He moved up to the counter without waiting for Ansel to offer any input as to what to get, he figured he knew enough about the man to order something he'd enjoy. He got the pair of them a bucket of oysters to share as well as a bucket of lobster and he handed over his debit card before Ansel could protest to him paying. It took mere minutes for the two pales of food to be handed over to them and Lucio thanked the woman behind the counter before heading with his companion over to the picnic tables at the end of the pier, still not exchanging any words with him. The pair settled down and began to eat and after a few minutes of admiring the view Lucio turned to look at Ansel.<br/><br/>"I suppose you'd like to know who it was," he said simply his voice incredibly soft and breathy. He didn't wish to ruin their evening, but he figured it'd probably be best to clear the air early on in this little date rather than leave the man to wonder about what had happened. "I'm not sure if you're familiar with Professor James Buckley? History professor; tall, skinny, bald, thick rimmed glasses, wears far too much cologne," he described quietly. It was odd for him to tell anybody of his clientele, in fact it went against much of what he stood for. However, he felt that, for whatever reason, Ansel deserved to know.