Milo laughed bitterly, burying his face in his hands and miserably licking the blood smeared on his thumb. He hated how good it taste. He wanted more- he's always want more and it would never be enough.<br/><br/>"I can't even sleep right!" He said, wiping his cheeks, eyes red and face flushed from embarrassment. "I can barely go out- it just takes one cut when I'm not expecting it and then it's all I can think about. I'm like the world's worst drug addict! I'm afraid of myself. I-I-" Milo pressed his lips together, letting out a noise of frustration. He missed the tiny amount of physical contact he was able to get from Aries and it only made him feel more pathetic. He craved any amount of contact at this point, quite frankly he couldn't remeber the last time he even hugged someone.<br/><br/>"You have your own problems and I was just trying to make sure mine didnt effect yours. That's why I've been staying away and quiet." He explained, putting weight on either side of his feet. He wiped his eyes again, glaring to the side. Milo wanted to sink into the ground but he settled for moving for the stairs to retreat back into his room.<br/><br/>"But apparently I can't even do that much- I'm sorry."