Milo let the hug happen fully this time, his arms circling around Birdie with an easy familiarity — like no matter how many times the other would jetset away with 7th Heaven, he'd always remember. He rocked them a little before pulling back. "Hey, not too much on Reenie," he chided. Although, even he had to secretly admit he was scared of the big boss.
He took a sip of the coffee Birdie had brought, hoping that if Andie had made it, that they hadn't spit in it in the process. "Overrated?" He parroted back, regarding their stance on touring. "Don't let any of your fans hear that, Birds," his words were teasing; he wasn't sure if said fans would care so much to hear Birdie say that. "Still glad you're back here with us, though, champ."
At the word of the party, Milo's heart sunk thinking he was about to get chastised for the little shindig they had had while the managers were gone. The lump in his throat was soon replaced with a light laugh when he realized Birdie just wanted gossip. "Well, the alleged basement party," he pointed out, neither confirming nor denying until he started rambling out,
"People got drunk, there was a cake for that Shane guy, you met him yet? Nobody got seriously injured which I think is like, a usual plus. But yeah, nothing too crazy. I ran into Mila—," Jesus Christ, man, can't you go two seconds without mentioning her? "Oh, and Frankie—," her, too!
"I wasn't the nuisance this time, if that's what you're hinting at."