Milo drank his meal in the kitchen. He felt like it would be rubbing salt into the wound if he brought it into the living room and he rinsed his cup when he was done, sitting on tje couch next to Aries. He wanted to tell the man it would be okay. That he wasn't some terrible monster and he could live a normal life.<br/><br/>Milo couldn't bring himself to do it. It'd come off empty. Like it didnt matter what he said, he was practically a hypocrite. The dreams kept repeating in his mind as he let himself lean back into the cushions. He watched the tv program absently, trying to use it to distract himself, but his mind could only handle so much. He started to drift. Head lolling to the side as his eyes slipped closed. The embrace of sleep pawed at him but as his body grew heavy he jerked awake, like he was falling and then he was all the way back to square one again.<br/><br/>He didnt want to see the red eyes anymore. He didnt want to feel the phantom pain in his body and most of all he wanted a good nights rest. Milo stared at the T.V, watching a dessert round of a competition and he sighed.<br/><br/>"Do you want like...more then a sauce pan to cook with?" He asked, leaning his head against his hand. "Cause I can get some stuff you can actually use to cook with. I'll try not to make you drop it this time."<br/><br/>He laughed weakly, trying to establish a sense of humor.