Milo offered a quiet, "okay, good," before taking his leave upstairs. He was able to get much more work done now that he had the mental capacity to concentrate. It also helped take his mind off his other lingering thoughts. He procrastinated on going to sleep, the lingering fear the dreams would still return always there but eventually he found the strength to lay down. A small nap he told himself. Even resting his eyes would be good.<br/><br/>Milo was surprised when he woke up. He'd slept long into the afternoon, probably over sleeping by quite a bit and he relished in how warm and comfortable the sheets felt. How long had it been since his bed had been a place of comfort? Staring at the ceiling he felt a sense of relief. No dreams haunted him that night and he held on to the hope that they would be kept at bay for the time being.<br/><br/>He still have plenty of time to do other things before his appointment. He was meeting a client for a proposal over dinner for what seemed like yet another lucrative commission so he took the time he had to get a workout and a shower in. He felt good when his muscles and lungs burned. Alive. Walking into the kitchen with a towel over his shoulder to catch the droplets from his damp hair he started a pot of water, peeking into the living room.<br/><br/>"Hey, you want a meal?" He called out.