Milo was afraid to move closer. As if doing so would spook the fragile man in front of him. Break this tentative truce and twist the knife deeper, but he did let his full hand rest on Aries's shoulder, gently rubbing small circles with his thumb. He knew how the man felt. Knew more than anyone and yet no matter how many times he went over it in his head he couldn't find the right<i>fucking</i>words to tell him that. It made Milo angry at himself. He felt incompetent. Milo didn't have all the right answers even now after dealing with this struggle for years.<br/><br/>"I know." He said. "But don't sell yourself short- you're plenty strong. You wouldn't be here otherwise- you're doing the best you can. It's...overwhelming."<br/><br/>Milo was trying too. Would it be enough? He felt weird saying these things, his heart aching as he saw Aries in such a state. Offering support wasn't something he was used to but he wanted to try.<br/><br/>"It's all about one day at a time Aries. I just...want to know how to help you."