Milo bit his tongue, clasping his hands together and once again at a loss. He didn't respond when he got angry. Or when he yelled, or try to be nicer...Milo pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips. He knew the teeth would grow back. Everything about a vampire's regenerative ability was insane, but the bubbling anger and concern was overshadowed by a bleeding heart. The red head seemed to respond when Milo let him lean on him.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes, clearing his mind and speaking evenly. "I was sixteen." He said, opening his eyes and staring at nothing. "Sixteen and I felt exactly the way you do now. And that's the thing that hurts- because I want to be mad but I can't even do that."<br/><br/>He thought back the the dream he had. The night he was turned- the memory never left him. "I think about what you said the other night. 'What do you even know?'" He glanced at Aries, expression reserved. He spoke with a tenderness and a pain he hadn't shown anyone in a long time. "I know a lot more of what you're going through then probably anyone else on this side of the planet right now. To feel weak and a slave to a new body you didn't ask for. The disgust. It'll eat you up inside if you keep fighting against it instead of trying to find a new way to come to terms with it. Took me a long time to realize I'm still me. Just a different me."