The first thing Tamsy noticed when he opened his eyes was how unbearable the sun was. He dragged the curtains down, running his hands through the navy hair near his neck.

How bothersome. There was a thick layer of sweat, blonde and blue strands stuck to whatever skin was closest. And, to him, he smelled atrocious; far too sweet, swarming his room like insects. He was used to it being unnoticeable, it's why most Cleaners assumed he was a Beta.

Being a Beta would be better than this. Having a cycle in which he constantly feels antsy, disoriented, and feverish was not the most pleasant experience.

While Tamsy was locking his door, he found that his legs were rather weak. He stared down at the ground before silently sitting, his knees to his chest.

He'd only ever gone through his heats alone, isolating. They weren't as unbearable as other Omegas make them out to be; he was still in his right mind and could easily fend for himself.

But he will admit that he feels loneliness seeping through his bones when he stares at his empty bed. Tamsy never built nests. Why would he when nobody was coming?