They're always together. Hour after hour, calculation after calculation, word after word after word. Long after Ray has retired they work in Doug's quarters or the staff canteen, tossing theories around, changing the blueprints, laughing.
Tony doesn't join them.
He works alone, in the main control room, the dim, the bluish lights eerie yet very comforting.
He knows if he asked they would probably let him work with them.
But he doesn't want to go there, to disrupt what seems like the perfect young love with a chaperone-like presence.
He's not jealous, he tells himself.
And he wishes he weren't.