Milo felt a pit in his stomach. He'd really gone too far, hadn't he? What was he even doing? Deep down he knew the answer. He was trying to pretend he was good. Trying to find a sense of retribution in taking care of Aries and to try and relieve some of the guilt that kept being piled on to his shoulders. He was trying to make up for the wrong things he'd done. Milo kept unpacking boxes and the glass house he'd built around himself over the past few days was already cracking.<br/><br/>He grew ever quieter at Aries' question, shrugging. "It's better then before." He simply said, trying to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal. How could he even begin to explain how he was feeling? Milo tried not to think too hard about it- he's be pulled into another panic attack.<br/><br/>"I think..." he started, clamping his mouth shut and furrowing his eyebrows. "I didnt mean to make you uncomfortable."<br/><br/>He saw the way Aries looked away. Could see the tension in his body and the guilt grew inside of Milo. Ever growing. He didnt want to say anything- Milo couldn't tell Aries how much he was suffocating, he was supposed to be the responsible party here. How the hell would he look at him if he broke down? He'd think he was pathetic! Milo swallowed thickly, averting his own eyes and trying to steel himself against his own emotions. Down...he just had to shove them down for now. When he was alone he could feel however he wanted to feel.<br/><br/>"Sorry. I didnt think this through." He finally said, getting up from his crouched position and running a hand through his hair. "I'll return some of the stuff. Just...pick out what you want."