Milo frowned, giving pause. His impatience was returning. It was a challenge to stuff it down- like swallowing bile when all he wanted to do was snap at Aries. He was tired though. So, So tired and he sighed, looking at Aries and sensing his hunger.<br/><br/>He'd fed once. It was enough to seriously concern Milo. Almost to the point of being concerned about Aries' safety. He wasn't that concerned with his own- if the hunger got to Aries mind he knew he had the strength to be able to pry him off when needed. He might sustain some injuries in the process... Milo decided to leave it alone though. He wondered how long Aries would last. If that's how Aries wanted to learn how to deal with his problems, by starving himself, Milo wasn't about to force feed him again. Even so Milo couldn't help but ask himself how much more afraid the man would be then.<br/><br/>It was a lesson that needed to be learned.<br/><br/>"If you're hungry food is in the freezer. Just don't eat me in my sleep." Milo said before going up the stairs. He had intended to maybe lay down. Try to get a nap in but the red eyes kept haunting him. Milo mostly kept to himself for the remainder of the night and into the following day but his body eventually caught up with him. After almost two and half days of no sleep he finally dozed off at his desk.<br/><br/>He still had the nightmares he was afraid of. This one was a little different though. He was in his old home walking through the hall way. The edges of the dream were fuzzy, his vision hazy. He leaned against the wall as he walked, clutching his face. A bloody hand print left it's self behind as he moved on to the kitchen. He could smell the blood...his throat hurt. Everything hurt actually, but he was so thirsty...<br/><br/>He stopped in the kitchen. The blood was here, he could smell it- there in the corner. His sister looked scared, even as he got closer. He didn't understand why she was screaming as he wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. Why she struggled.<i> He just wanted to keep her safe.</i><br/><br/>Milo felt out of his chair when he awoke, crashing against the floor with a loud bang and feeling the adrenaline pump through his veins. He felt like he couldn't breath; he was trembling even as he stood and he sat on the bed, trying to collect himself. He didn't do very well. He didn't even realize he was crying until the first sob ripped through his throat and he grabbed a pillow burrying his face in it and keeping it there for a long time while he let everything pour out.<br/><br/>Afterwards he took a shower. It was scalding hot but it helped a little and when he walked out into the hall he was greeted by the smell of food. He put clothes on before going down. He needed anything to distract him a this point, even if he wasn't interested.<br/><br/>"What are you making?" He asked.