Milo could sense the change in Aries as the nightmare gripped him. The way his body twitched and his breath hitched- he could smell the fear too. It was Milo's own fear that kept him awake, unwilling to return to his memories. He wondered what Aries was dreaming about. The alley way? When he was turned? His thirst? Milo contemplated waking him up but as the man woke with a jolt he didn't have to. Milo turned around, extending a hand on instinct to offer some form of comfort but retracting it at the last second.<br/><br/>"Hey." He said softly, red eyes glinting in the low light of the living room. He wanted to help. He just didn't know how. It was about 3am now. A late night re-run of a cooking show played in the background and for a moment Milo didn't know what to say.<br/><br/>"Are you okay?" He settled on. It sounded lame. Stupid. Of course Aries wasn't okay.