Milo felt sympathy for the man. His own transformation without any say in the matter, something he could relate to. There was a pang in his heart and without a second thought he knew he'd be the one to help this man out. Possibly for a very long time. Being on your own was confusing. Frightening. Milo wouldn't wish it on anyone. He flicked the blood off his wrist, the wounds already healing and the pain a distant memory.<br/><br/>"I know it's confusing right now, and you think I'm crazy. But you're a vampire now." He stated bluntly, leaning down. He reached out again, thinking better of it and this time and letting his hand hover in the air before dropping it. He didn't know how to place it delicately- what else was he supposed to say? Breaking it to him slowly wouldn't help anyone, it would just waste more time.<br/><br/>"Please listen, I'm trying to help you." He tried to keep his voice level. Patience. He had to be patient. Or at least try to be.