Milo shrugged, joining Aries side by side as he quickly washed the pan. He felt hungry, but the dream also left his stomach churning to the point he didn't think he'd be able to keep it down. It made him think too much about it. For a second Milo felt the tremble return to his hands and it was like he was in the dream all over again. Had he been alone it would have been the start of another break down. With Aries there he steeled himself, swallowing the lump in his throat and able to bury down his feelings with it.<br/><br/>"Lack of sleep will do that to you." He said, rinsing the pan and setting it on the stove. Milo didn't even have the strength in him to manage a dry laugh or say anything else. All he wanted was a peaceful night rest. His eyes lingered on Aries burns and the frown deepened but he didn't say anything as he pulled away and went to sit at the kitchen table. He didn't even know why Aries was cooking at this point when he so clearly needed blood. Milo was beginning to realize how thin the man was. He wanted to comment on it. Express concern, tell him to fucking eat something so he didn't look so miserable.<br/><br/>"There's more in the pantry." He said instead.