Aries wasn't good at this, he wasn't really good at anything. He watched the other wipe his tears away, watching him look miserable and yet he couldn't offer anything to him. How did other people try to fix things? How did they try to reassure someone else? Hearing that the other was afraid of himself sent a sharp sting into Aries' chest, he knew that feeling so well that it made him sick. Surely... He wans't helping the other by being here, he was only making it worse, right? He always made things worse.<br/><br/>He simply stood there as the man left for his room again, unable to move or say anything... He didn't have the words or the experience to help someone else, and instead, he just stood there hugging himself as he tried to not fall apart himself. He felt the loneliness, the isolation... But he also hated himself for feeling them when the other was so clearly hurting too. While he was selfish... He still recalled a time when all he'd wanted, all he'd ever tried to achieve, was other's to be happy around him at any cost... But he didn't know how to do that anymore, and clearly it never worked then either.<br/><br/>He stood there for a long time before finally moving, going to the kitchen and after a long time of simply standing with his hand on the freezer door he eventually grabbed a bag of blood and heated it up as the other typically did. The man had mentioned how even a little blood made him feel, and so he figured that he was probably wanting some now... And what else could he do for him anyway?<br/><br/>He poured the bag into a mug and brought it up, leaving it outside the door as he had with the alcohol, though at least he knew this the other would surely be able to smell. He then returned downstairs, though he didn't make it off the bottom step, lingering as he tried to think of anything else he could do, but in the end he simply sat down. He wanted to offer something, anything, but he had nothing to give aside from his presence... Which by all accounts was probably more painful than anything. So he sat there, trying to think, until eventually he dozed off leaning against the wall, his mind addled and exhausted by their argument and the stress of the situation. Sleep brought with it painful memories too, but for now, it was less painful than reality.