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    Another pause. Then: "Verso, do you know anything about Gestral biology?"

    "I…" Verso tried to think through the fever-haze. "You're painted. Wood and… metal. Given life by the original Verso's brush."

    "And?"

    "And... I don't know. I never really thought about it." Shame crept through him. "Why?"

    "Because Gestrals have designations just like you humans do," Monoco said quietly.

    The words landed like stones. Verso stared at him, mind struggling to process what that meant.

    "You have—" He couldn't finish.

    "Verso… defaulted all of us to Alpha," Monoco continued, and there was something raw in his voice now. "Every Gestral."

    Oh.

    Oh gods.

    In which Verso's heat suppressants run out, forcing him to confront feelings he thought were impossible.

    Or; Monoco helps Verso through his heat.

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