Milo was able to focus. For a little bit at least. His eyes dropped lower as he attempted to work. Hos eyelids were heavy and he caught against the fatigue. He got up a couple of times, stretching his limbs. But he was antsy. Anxious. He was in a good mood due to his trip to the lake but as the night wore on he stared to feel tired. Grogginess wore through his bones and even as he started to nod off he tried to preserve.<br/><br/>He didn't want to fall asleep. Every time he did he saw those red eyes staring at him as he coward in fear, his body shoved into the corner of a closet and trembling. The nightmares hadn't haunted him in a while but they'd returned with a vengeance. Milo went down the the living room, heating a pack of blood and sipping on it in a disinterested fashion. He couldn't stop the tremor in his hands though.<br/><br/>He looked at Aries, seemingly asleep as far as he was concerned and the T.V playing boring info commercials. Milo set himself down on the carpet, sipping at his mug with shaky hands and deciding that a couple hours worth of vacuum demonstrations was much better then being subjected to his own internal torture.