When the other turned back to him Aries glanced up, though he honestly wasn't sure why he'd said anything in the first place. Surely the man didn't want to talk to him about it of all people. He was expecting something, but not that the other had been stabbed, blinking at him rather surprised. He opened his mouth to ask if he was okay, or what happened, but seeing as the wound was already healed and the man didn't seem to want to talk about it he just closed his mouth and watched him go upstairs, wincing as the door was slammed shut.<br/><br/>Was the other angry at him for asking? Possibly. He mulled it over for a long time as he sat there, but eventually, he did get up and went to the kitchen, rummaging around until he found a glass which he put some ice in and also a bottle of alcohol that seemed to be fairly well-liked by the other since it was nearly half empty. Truth be told he didn't like the other drinking, it made him uneasy, but he recalled the other drinking another time when he'd seemed particularly upset, and seeing as he couldn't really offer snacks or comfort, this was his best idea.<br/><br/>So he slipped upstairs, checking to ensure he bedroom door was still closed before setting the items down outside of it. Hedidn'tbother knocking, he was sure the other could hear the clinking of glass on the wooden floor, and he didn't wait either as he turned and hurried back downstairs. He decided to slip on his shoes and go out for a walk for the night, maybe he'd even swim... Thinking about that he grabbed a towel and carried it along with the bag of marshmallows. He figured that if the other was upset then it was best if he wasn't in the house to avoid arguing... Right, because he just made things worse. He shook his head and slipped outside and started walking, at least he had a little freedom out here, and for now he still had a place to return to.