Milo couldn't help but laugh. The sound was inadvertently ripped from his throat before he could stop himself. It was almost too<i>perfect</i>. A man who had been waging war with Milo and even himself for the past few days- and<i>of course</i>his name was Aries! The irony was almost too good to be true. Why hadn't he thought of that in the first place? Milo hauled himself onto the pier, water sloshing on the deck and he pulled his hair back, wide smile on his face. He would be the first to admit that he was a bit too happy to finally learn the other man's name but damn if it didn't feel good to be thrown a bone.<br/><br/>"I think fate is fucking with me at this point." He said, giving an undignified snort as he hopped up on his feet. He didn't seem to care about the fact his underwear clung to his lower half. It almost didn't even need to be there- the only thing going for him was that it wasn't white.<br/><br/>"Well Aries," He said, name rolling off his tongue in a pleased fashion. "I think now is as good of a time as any to start heading back. You look chilly."<br/><br/>Milo said it as if<i>he</i>wasn't the one nearly naked and wet in the twilight, the breeze flowing through the trees just slightly.