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Marco hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he’d learned Forlay used to be a geneticist and the Escafil had been her shorm and research partner and probably more. And in this case, “it” wasn’t how awkwardly hot he found that whole situation.
If there was any Andalite he could trust not to give up any of his secrets, if there was anyone who knew what Andalite medical tech was capable of, if there was any Andalite he knew would help him, it was Forlay. And if she couldn’t answer his questions, she had a literal psychic link to a galactically famous doctor who almost certainly could.
All he had to do was ask.
They could fix him. It was easy. He usually liked things that were easy. He could be just like any other guy. Wasn’t that what he’d always wanted?
Wasn’t it?
He could already be anyone he wanted to be. He could already have anything he wanted. He could already have a dick anytime he felt like it.
Did he still want to be different?
After everything he’d been through in this body?
“Forlay?”
She must have recognized something in his voice, because she actually looked up from her work and regarded him with her main eyes. Her main eyes that looked just like Ax’s. Ax, who only wanted whatever Marco wanted.
All he had to do was ask.
<What, Marco?>
Marco swallowed hard.
“Nothing,” he said. “Never mind.”