Milo cursed the entire way to the lake, sleep deprived and irritable beyond belief. The anxious feeling in his gut told him he needed to keep an eye on Aries, especially after the teeth pulling incident. He kicked up leaves and rocks along the path, upturned tiny portions of dirt. And when he got to the lake, approaching Aries, he suddenly realized the man was asleep and all of the wind in his sails was knocked put of them. He was almost more mad about not being angry anymore.<br/><br/>Milo stood there, a few feet away, before back peddling and deciding the only fight he wanted today was with himself. Aries looked peaceful for once. At rest without anything plaguing him and Milo could at least afford him that little comfort in this world that had been so turned upside for him. Although he did find himself a little jelous of the sleep.<br/><br/>Milo didnt feel like going back. His anxiety still wouldnt let him so instead he went down to the pier, took his socks and shows off and let his feet rest in the lukewarm water. He wanted to sleep so much, but with every waking hour spent in fear of his own memories he didnt know how he could manage. He thought about drinking himself to sleep. Would the night terrors be able to permeate the haze of being inebriated? But then again, what if they did emerge and he couldn't wake up? Milo decided absently scrolling through social media was preferable to worrying about his mental health and he did so absently for the time being, finding a small comfort in the sound of waves lapping against the shore line and the cool water soaking his feet.