Milo spent the rest of the afternoon working in his office and trying not to think about the man who's name he still didn't know downstairs. He was agitated- all he was trying to do was help and the guy basically kept spitting in his face. It was like taking in a cranky alley cat- every time he tried to get close or offer a helping hand the red head would throw it in his face.<br/><br/>"<i>What do you know anyway?" <br/>
</i><br/>The words echoed in his head and unable to focus on his work Milo sat back in his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose and pressing his fingers to his eyelids until he saw spots. He knew all too well and he was afraid to even admit it to man. The clawing hunger and self guilt was something he'd been familiar with before- even now he struggled with his thirst. Blood bags were only so satisfying. He hadn't drank fresh blood in well...little over two years now. The bags held little flavor, the freezing process sapping it of anything distinctive. Milo even felt guilty about the state he'd found Aries in- what would have happened if he'd been a normal human?<br/><br/>He'd still been tempted. The human scent had still been there, beckoning him. He was glad his will to help another person was stronger then his need to feed fresh. Milo's mouth was practically watering at the thought. He was startled by the buzz of his phone.<br/><br/>Alex:<i>On my way. Be there in 30.'<br/>
</i><br/>Milo let out a breath. He needed another cup of blood. It'd been a few hours but his appetite was starting to get the best of him. Maybe some with some liquor in it. Going downstairs again he glanced back at Aries who seemed determined to stay glued to the couch.<br/><br/>"Hey, I have a friend coming over. He's a doctor and is going to do a little check up on you to make sure you're okay. Don't be a total ass to him." He said, returning to his freezer and repeating the same process of preparing his meal. Truth be told Milo had gotten so used to just sipping on the stuff that he really didn't have anything else in his house. Sure, he could eat normal food, but it seemed to have lost it's luster for him.