Ansel returned Lucio's hug in kind, wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist and holding onto him as long as Lucio would allow. The moment was precious, sweet but fleeting, and Ansel let go reluctantly when Lucio backed away. "It was my pleasure, Lucio, truly. I'm sorry to hear that you won't be giving any more performances this year. I'll have to keep an ear out next year so I can know when you're performing again. Maybe, if I'm lucky, you'll grace me with a private show sometime," the professor added this last suggestion as a light, playful whisper, just loud enough for Lucio to hear. He smiled and leaned back, crossing his arms over his broad chest.<br/><br/>"If you'd be so kind, I'd appreciate the company," Ansel replied, bowing slightly and gesturing toward the exit. "My car is in the faculty lot on the other side of the building. Hopefully you don't mind the little excursion." He started walking, leading the way and keeping an eye on Lucio to his side. Any time they were together the professor found it immensely difficult to keep his eyes off of him. He was too lovely to look away from.<br/><br/>As they stepped out into the evening air Ansel shoved his hands deep into his pockets. It was a weak attempt at keeping himself from touching Lucio, especially now that they were drawing away from the rest of the singers and audience members who were still loitering in the auditorium lobby. He lifted his head and stared up at the dark sky, the low light of the lamps in the parking lot illuminating his face in a dull yellow glow.<br/><br/>"Your mother mentioned your brothers," Ansel said curiously, still staring upwards toward the sky and admiring the clouds that crawled by. "What are they like? Are they as lovely and talented as you?"