A super tiny drabble with a beginning that isn't really parallel to the end, if you ask me.
Dylan didn't quite understand the attraction himself.
He only knew a few things: he wasn't just some horny teenage boy chasing tail for the sake of getting into someone's pants. It wasn't a libido-fueled feeling, nor was it a 'Hey, I just met you, but here's my number, call me?' situation. Nope, it was an 'I was literally created only to be with you, so we both have to deal' situation. It was binding, but it wasn't binding, you know? Sometimes Dylan would take the time to look Max over - a rough, scruffy, battle-worn bird-kid. Call him out for it, but that was just his type.
He felt like, in any other situation, he would still fall for the brown-haired girl. Max could push him away any time. She could knock him out of the sky, or just knock his block off if she wanted. But he'd always sneak back up into Max's heart with some little, unintended gesture. Then he'd nestle there until he could melt the frost away, a rinse-repeat process.
It could take as long as it needed, Dylan was patient. Besides, he'd always be there for Max.
They were made for each other, after all.
Note, I kept Max's hair brown because of how Nudge described it as 'The color of un-barfed chocolate' haha