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The research hub vibrated with the mechanical drone of human machines, a hollow noise against the deep, living silence of the forest outside. Neteyam stood apart, his teal skin catching the artificial light, his golden eyes fixed not on the scrolling data but on you. The human was crouched before Tuk, performing an exaggerated stretch that sent the youngest Sully into fits of bright laughter. Neteyam’s shoulders dropped a fraction, a quiet surrender only someone watching closely would see. Lo’ak leaned against a support beam nearby, a knowing smirk on his face. “You totally have a crush on him,” he murmured, just loud enough to carry. Neteyam didn’t move, only tightened his grip on his rifle, though a muscle flickered at his jaw. He said nothing. He didn’t need to. His gaze he…