When the man agreed so easily he was surprised, but he didn't thank him and instead simply watched him return upstairs. The night passed much the same for Aries, though he did creep outside he simply watched the night sky for a while before returning in and sleeping on the couch. Much as the man upstairs his dreams weren't pleasant, but they weren't quite as horrid, choppy and vague, the kinds of dreams that made him wake with a heaviness that he couldn't shake, but it at least didn't have him gasping for air as his green eyes opened while he heard the man coming downstairs.<br/><br/>He assumed it was going to be their usual routine, but when he sat up and glimpsed the other he stared for a long and silent moment as he noted the change. Of course, he knew it was him, but had he not known better, had he not had his current reality seared right into his veins, he would have sworn everything was a dream and he'd just been saved from the streets by a normal man. But of course, that wasn't the case, he could still feel his own fangs in his mouth... But still, for a brief moment, he'd allowed himself to think that maybe he wouldn't always have to be so... abnormal.<br/><br/>He sat back on the couch as the other went to the kitchen, his mind wandering. He opened his mouth and fussed with his fangs some and thought for a moment about ripping them out. How hard could it be? He'd been lucky to keep his vivid green eyes, eyes he had once disliked... Though he couldn't remember anymore why. But now he was relieved for that, he was grateful that he still looked rather human. Right, if he just ignored the hunger and if he just got rid of these fangs then... Then wouldn't he be able to be "human" again? Sure, the sunburned but he'd always been fair skinned... Somehow he allowed his mind to run along this path. Even if he could never be around others the same way, if he could just pretend to himself that he was human then... Maybe it would be fine.