Alex didn't press any further , taking a step back and setting the rag on the coffee table instead. He looked at Milo again, eyes darting to the front door. Milo, got the message. Getting up he followed Alex, closing the front door behind them as they stepped onto the front porch. The air was cool and light filtered dimly through the trees as the sun started setting.<br/><br/>"What's his name?" Alex asked.<br/><br/>"Dunno, the brat won't tell me." Milo stated, leaning forward on the railing, arms crossed. He was trying, and failing, to ignore the intense glare from his friend.<br/><br/>"What the hell were you thinking?! Force feeding him like that? He's already been through enough- you're just making the trauma worse!" The blonde man leaned over the railing too, trying to look at Milo's face.<br/><br/>"The fucker wouldn't eat! I wasn't going to let him starve himself! He's difficult! Angry! Won't let me touch him without flipping his shit or making some shitty, snide remark!" Milo exclaimed. He knew Alex was right though.<br/><br/>"You say that like you were any better when I found you!"<br/><br/>Milo rolled his eyes, a beleaguered sigh leaving his lips as he buried his face in his hands. "I know! That's why I can't handle it!" He yelled. There was a moment of silence between them as Milo contemplated what the fuck he was doing with his life. Alex moved to Milo's side, putting a hand on his shoulder.<br/><br/>"You need to be more patient Milo. This isn't something that sorts it'self out in a few days." He said, sounding less angry and more concerned now. "It might do you some good to learn anyway. You need to let him have his space. Work things out and be there when he asks for help- not unprompted when he pushes you away."<br/><br/>The statement made Milo's scowl even deeper and he stared into the trees apprehensively. He didn't know how to do that. Wasn't the best way to get quick results by trying to fix the things you could manipulate right away? He was a man of action, not passivity. Milo was forced to think back to his own past, when he'd first been turned and nothing made sense.<br/><br/>"Anyway. I should go. I have the clothes you wanted me to pick up in the duffel bag along with some snacks since you're kitchen is practically empty. He clearly seems uncooperative in letting me take a look at him so keep an eye on his physical condition. Any limping or pain with movement. Reduce noise and light-"<br/><br/>"I know." Milo interrupted, sounding slightly defeated. "Thank you Alex."<br/><br/>They said there goodbye's and Milo watched as Alex drove down the dirt road, vanishing behind the trees as he turned a bend and then Milo was left alone. He stayed outside for a little bit, mulling over his friend's advice before he finally decided to go back inside. He grabbed the duffel bag by the door, plopping it next to the couch.<br/><br/>"Got some stuff for you." He simply said, moving to the kitchen and putting away his blood supply. He opened a cabinet, pulling out a large bottle of liquor and glancing at Aries before moving up the stairs without another word.