Milo polished off the bag easily, throwing it in the garbage can and hauling himself upstairs. He needed to be alone- he couldn't handle being around someone right now and his mind was buzzing too much to think straight. But when he reached the top of the stairs he felt another sliver of dread go through his stomach.<br/><br/>More blood. Creeping down the hall and pushing open the door to the bathroom he felt his blood run cold as he was greeted by the gruesome sight. He didn't know what to do. Milo didn't know how to react to the dried blood and pair of teeth on his counter and he walked forward, weakly grabbing the pliers in between his hands and gritting his teeth together. He wanted to explode with anger. He wanted to knock Aries up the side of the head- yell at him, beat some sense into him!<br/><br/>But stayed by the mirror. Evening out his breath and trying to collect himself. He went back down the stairs again, an eerie calm flowing over him.<br/><br/>"You're an idiot." He spat, throwing the pliers on the wooden coffee table with a dull thud.