Milo didn't try to stop him. If Aries followed Milo's own mind set it'd only make things worse. So instead he sat for a while, building himself up getting off the couch and putting away everything he'd bought. He downed another blood packet, albeit less desperately this time and cleaned up the kitchen. It felt weird to have food in his fridge and pantry. Ice cream and popcicles along with some microwave meals were stuffed in the freezer. Chips, cookies, bread, jam and crackers in the pantry. He'd even grabbed a case of soda and a few other drinks. It seemed a bit over kill but he didn't expect to go into town for a while. Especially after the incident from the store.<br/><br/>He could still smell it. And he cursed himself because no matter how many times he wanted to tell Aries' he wasn't a monster he wasn't even sure he could say it with a straight face. He was trying his best but would it be enough. He got dressed in some more comfortable clothes, staring at his face before he took the contacts out. He hadn't realized how many conflicting feeling he had since this man started bringing them up. Then again, nobody had really been here to challenge them. Moving back to the living room he put the pliers on the floor, kicking them under the table so he didn't have to see them. Maybe he'd make the red head clean it up later, but he knew for sure he couldn't stand the site right now.<br/><br/>Milo grabbed a bag of chips, turning on the T.V and eyeing the bright yellow packaging. He hadn't tried to eat human food in a while. Opening the bag and mindlessly consuming another re-run of a sitcom he joylessly munched on a chip, puckering his mouth at the salty taste. It wasn't terrible. He was unused to the texture, and he popped another in. They were still as salty as he remembered. He rolled the bag up, putting it on the table and threw a blanket over his shoulders, content to wait until Aries got back. Unless he stayed gone for too long, then he'd go find him again. He kept an eye on the clock just to be sure.