The question, to be fair, did make Milo pause. It usually wasn't, no. But the desperation to break from this place was too much for him- he needed something to take this anxiety and sleeplessness of his shoulders, even for a little bit. Even if it was crutch.<br/><br/>"I think you should be more concerned with your eating habits instead of mine." He finally rebutted, closing the door behind him. The drive was about twenty minutes there and when he walked in the human scent washed over him. He had to steel himself. He made the trip quick though. He was agitated, but was surprised at how well everything went and as he exited the gas station he wasted on time in fishing out the pack of cigarettes he bought, tapping the package in his hand before opening it and wiggling one out of it's tightly packed confined.<br/><br/>As paradoxical as it felt the first drag was like a breath of fresh air. It helped still his shaking hands, smoke wafting from his open window. He leaned his head against the seat, closing his eyes and taking another long drag, throat and lungs burning in protest but his head buzzing all the same. The burn helped put clarity back into mind and it was easier to fall into a numb state of assistance. He stayed there for a minute, stilling his nerves before pulling out of the parking lot and making his way back to his house. About an hour had passed by then and Milo's appetite was back. Stuffing the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket along with his lighter he set the bag of other miscellaneous things on the kitchen counter, starting a pot of water and taking a pack from the freezer.<br/><br/>Milo fished a sprite bottle from the bag, staring at it for a moment before opening the cap with a hissing sound. He hesitated before taking a drink. It was sweet and tangy, the carbonation tickling his mouth pleasantly in way he hadn't felt in years. He was surprised when it didn't taste terrible. A small victory it was, but it actually made him smile. Drinks had always been easier. He still enjoyed tea at least.<br/><br/>Pouring his meal into a mug he stayed in the kitchen, sipping at his mug while leaning against the counter and fiddling with the apps on his phone.