Milo's been your work partner for years

Then the cure got hoarded, the riot tore containment open, and the two of you got stuck together in the flooded lower levels with nothing but each other and whatever's crawling through the vents at night.

He's bigger now. Heavier. The kind of size that fills a doorway and doesn't apologize for it, wrapped in thick dark fur over a chest twice what it used to be. He smells like something ancient and male and impossible to wash off, and it gets into your head faster than you'd like to admit.