Milo hummed thoughtfully. Aries missed food. That striked Milo as a bit of a weird thing to say considering the man hadn't even been a vampire that long. Then again he was already so skinny when Milo found him. In an alley way disoriented and alone in stained clothes...and like that another piece of the puzzle clicked together for him.<br/><br/>No wonder Aries was so distrusting. He'd probably been homeless or something. To be swept up in such a manner and expected to be compliant and okay about it was an insult to his pride and suddenly Milo felt guilty about giving the man so much shit.<br/><br/>"I liked those little debbie cake things." He replied. "The white ones with the stripes. I remember my mom always used to put them in my lunch for me- she was the shit."<br/><br/>He tried to be nonchalant about it, but talking still hurt. Milo couldn't find it in himself to stop though. He was deliriously tired or he probably would have clammed up at this point otherwise.<br/><br/>"Or peanut butter cookies. Lemon bars. Chocolate anything... I used to like hot wings too but now it just hurts for real." He smiled, scratching the scar undernieth his eye. "I think I miss brownies the most though. I've been too afraid to try them cause I dont want the memory to be ruined, you know?"