Milo worked the rest of the day. Furiously clacking away at his keyboard in his office and shutting off the outside world. Hours stretched themselves out but for for the first time since Aries had taken residence in his house the time went by fast. It almost normal for Milo and he could almost forget the other man was there. Milo didn't even realize when he skipped lunch until the hunger clawed at his belly like an old friend.<br/><br/>He struggled with it. Every day it was like he was empty and no matter how much he drank it was never enough. From his understanding it was especially bad for him, not that he associated with a lot of other vampires. When he was a fledgling his appetite was more then ravenous- enough to worry Alex and even now the other man still worried about him. He called him a "Frenzy Feeder." An unpleasant term to Milo's ears. Most vampires could feed once or so every day and be satiated but for Milo he could drink easily twice as much.<br/><br/>Being around this new person was dredging up an unexpected amount of existential thoughts and past memories Milo wasn't keen on dealing with right now. Stretching and popping his neck and back he got up from his chair, grunting as he stood on his tip toes and limbered up his stiff body. He moved down the stairs again and to the kitchen. Time for his ritualistic effort of trying to find out more about "Aaron." or whatever his name was.<br/><br/>Milo was going to change it when he felt like it just to fuck with him.<br/><br/>"Hey Mike, feeling any better?"