The question surprised Milo. He opened his mouth to say something, getting up from his position on the floor and sitting on the couch by Aries instead, the cushions dipping underneath his weight and the springs protesting softly. He wanted to consider his words carefully without scaring the man too much. But he also wanted to be honest. He didn't know why the question had been brought up but Milo stared thoughtfully at the empty mug as he spoke.<br/><br/>"Well, for one, that's not really sustainable." He said. It might have been a humorous remark if the air weren't so heavy. If he weren't so tired. "And I don't like to drink from people." He stated. It was the honest answer. He lost control too easily. Drinking from a living being scared him, Milos' inhibitions had always been weak. It was easier to control himself in familiar territory. His own home was a source of comfort and clarity.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't want to drink from you anyway- not right now with everything going on in your life. It wouldn't sit right with me." Milo decided to lend a cautious hand to Aries, fingertips brushing the mans shoulder gently as if afraid Aries would push him away again.<br/><br/>"Why?"