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Lito dreams of Hernando.

His hands, his mouth, the way he looks at him. It is one of those dreams that leave him wanting, grasping at the sheets of the bed. It's the kind of dream that he knows he will need to apologize to Will for, because it's the sort that leaves him achingly hard in the morning. This morning, though, Lito wakes up wet. "Dios mio," he murmurs, sliding his fingers lower to find a distinct absence of something between his thighs that he wants very badly.

It's strange, because he doesn't feel completely wrong. He's shared everything with other women because of the cluster, but this is intimate and personal and him. He runs his fingers over the curves of this body, thinking of Daniela's. He's not aroused at all until he thinks of Hernando, which makes him bite his lip and twist in bed, his brain quickly latching onto reality.

He fumbles for a mirror, selecting his phone instead. The camera shows a beautiful woman and one that looks a good deal like his sisters (if his sisters had ever elected to become movie stars and put a great deal of time into their grooming regime).

He looks like a stranger.

He's a woman.

Suddenly, he wishes for Nomi to help him through this, but what he has is Will and probably a whole lot of explaining to do.