Milo didn't know when he was disturbed. Maybe it was when Aries walked into the house or when the blanket was set on him but either way he felt a sense of comfort. After a few minutes he sat up, neck stiff from being in an uncomfortable position. He looked around the room, eyes landing on the bottle and he reached for it, blanket sliding off his shoulders. He hadn't fallen asleep with one, had he? God, he was still drunk.<br/><br/>Getting up he lumbered to the kitchen, stowing away the bottle after taking a last swig and digging into the freezer for some blood. He woke up feeling hungry and with a headache as he stood over the stove he simply watched the water with a blank expression, dipping the bag of blood into it once it began to boil. Aries seemed nicer than he let on. On a whim Milo grabbed another bag of blood, setting it next to the other one and getting two mugs. Maybe Milo could be nice too? He wanted to say "Thank you," to his face but Milo also remembered how uncomfortable Aries seemed to be when he drank last time. He didn't want to burden the man...he was already going through too much.<br/><br/>The sentiment was there in his drunken state and he poured half a cup of blood for Aries and much in the same way he had last time, set it on the coffee table. The man never seemed to leave the living room anyway, he was sure Aries would find it. Hesitating for a moment and wrapping the gifted blanket around him tighter Milo trudged up the stairs, standing outside of his bedroom door and trying to find the strength to open it. He stared at the handle, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself.<br/><br/>He still didn't want to be alone, but when he heard to bathroom door open Milo reached for the handle, stepping into the room and unable to face Aries in his sorry state as he gently closed the door behind him.