Milo leaned against the door, holding his hands to his chest. He hated getting this angry and upset; his finger tips felt numb and his heart raced. God, he was going to have another panic attack he had half a mind to throw himself through the window. Milo took the blood after he heard the man walk away and sipped on it, the warm meal calming his mind and steadying his hands. It comforted him. Almost reminded him of drinking a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day in his childhood except now it was a bit more morbid.<br/><br/>He still felt guilty. Even more so now- Aries had been trying to comfort him and he'd been too wrapped up in his own shit to even knowledge it. The act it'self did actually make him feel a bit better. He was under the impression Aries could give less of a shit but mulling it over as he opened his window and lit a cigarette he realized Aries seemed to care a great deal more then he initially led on. Milo knew Aries was still scared. With each passing day he seemed to be managing better now even taking the effort to try and comfort Milo in little ways. The man would admit he was bad with words but leaving him alcohol? Blood? covering him with a blanket? He even attempted to say kind words and Milo couldn't help but laugh because even though the red head couldn't say the right things Milo knew that he'd tried.<br/><br/>Sighing he grabbed his empty cup, biting his lip and trying to think of what to say when he confronted Aries. He didn't expect the man would be asleep on the stairs and for a moment Milo stood there, not wanting to disturb him. He'd composed himself well enough by now to know that trying to avoid Aries was the wrong thing to do. Putting the cup down by the railing Milo stepped down the stairs, debating on whether or not he should wake the man.<br/><br/>It was risky but Milo decided to slip his arms underneath the mans knees and under his shoulders, sighing just a bit at how light the other felt in his arms. Milo knew his strength was above average but Aries felt like he weighed almost nothing as he hauled him up slowly, trying not to disturb him as he trekked back up the stairs. It was probably about time he used that bed upstairs. Besides, Milo wanted to watch T.V without having to wake the other up and maybe clean up all of the boxes he'd left opened.