"I don't think I'm naturally popular. One girl took an interest in me; Ricky hated me, right? I'd say I'm average, which is fine. I don't want to be popular. I just want a few friends and... to socialise with you at my side, so we don't drift apart. That isn't too much to ask for," he decided, hugging his knees up closer to his chest. However annoyed he got with Maxwell and his over-protectiveness, the last few weeks without him had been miserable. The relationship with Georgia hadn't exactly gone to plan; he was sick and ill most of the time and, above all, he just missed the person he had grown up never being without.
It was inevitable that over the course of several months, all of his energy went into mending his friendship with Maxwell - though it also went into seeing if there was anything romantic ready to grow between them. Having had a major falling out with Georgia that led to her leaving the city to attend college elsewhere (or so he was told), he had every fibre of his being focused on making something work with Maxwell. If a relationship didn't work out, he wanted there to be that good friendship that had formed just days after his arrival into the other's home all those years before.
There was no rush to enter a relationship, in Milo's mind. He was perfectly content with the little moments of affection between them, whether it be sharing the bath or cuddling up in bed on a cold night to settle down for the evening in front of the TV. That, along with adventurous kisses and longer hugs, was perfect when he realised that he did have blossoming feelings for him. Going further than a make-out session was on his mind, sure, but he never pressed for it. In his head, there really wasn't any reason to rush forward with anything, so waiting for Maxwell to decide wasn't an issue.
The surprising simplicity of the last few months didn't last too long after Milo was informed by Georgia's friends via social media that the girl hadn't left town to pursue her education in another city. Instead, she had returned home to Indiana to be back with family to prepare for the birth of a child she had refused to tell Milo about. After their heated argument, during which she learnt he was pursuing a relationship with Maxwell (a fact she wasn't entirely comfortable with), she had no intention informing him what she was going through, even when she slowly felt like she was on her deathbed as the months progressed. She had absolutely no idea what Milo was, after all, so wasn't aware of the serious ramifications being pregnant would cause for her. However, even as she slowly grew sick, she refused to contact him with the information - the only way he found out was through her worried friends in Indiana who decided to get in contact with him on her behalf.
As soon as he got his head around everything, and after seeking advice from Maxwell, Milo left for Indiana in the effort to help as much as he could. Inevitably, despite his sincerest hope that Georgia wouldn't freak out once the child arrived, Milo arrived in Indiana just in time to witness the girl on the verge of hyperventilating at the sight of the baby who seemed to take entirely after Milo and his real form. The only saving grace was that she'd had the baby at home without anyone present besides Milo, it happening far too quick for her to even contemplate calling for help. A week drifted by from that point, with Milo trying his best to assure the woman that everything was fine; that he, and their daughter, weren't monsters. Eventually, and perhaps unsurprisingly, she decided she wanted nothing to do with them and all but forced them to leave, caring more about herself in that moment than anyone else.
Not that that particularly upset Milo. During that week, he had spent every single moment doting on the baby, often doing everything for her. With his car stocked with essentials he had bought, as well as cute toys he couldn't help but splurge his limited money out on, driving back to Chicago wasn't a stressful occasion. All of it had been sprung on him and he wasn't sure where he could get money from to support the baby, but he knew he would work it out, simply because he had to.
"Max? We're home-- do you wanna come see her in person? She's really tiny, though," he called out the moment he stepped back into the house, having carefully covered the baby up to shield her from public view during the short walk up to the house. Even if it was a mere few seconds, just one passerby noticing the alien hybrid would have caused chaos, and Milo could obviously do without that.
"I send you a ton of pictures, but she's cuter in person, if that's, like, even possible or whatever. I don't even have a name yet. Georgia didn't really care enough and I didn't want to make a decision without your input, 'cause you're so much better at thinking up stuff than I am," he began as he flopped down onto the couch, grinning over at his boyfriend. "...I kinda like Star? Is that too cheesy, though? I thought it was cute."