Abby thought watching Nick, Connor and Stephen was like watching a game. A slightly confusing, often illogical one where she didn't know all the rules, but a game none the less.
It was her game, what she did when she had a spare moment, watching them had become her spectator sport.
The first time she had seen them in public after she had found out, she couldn't believe she hadn't seen it sooner.
They were always touching each other, but especially they were always touching Connor. It was usually something light, a hand on the shoulder or brushing across his back or arm. Then after a while the touch would linger, the hand on the shoulder would stay there or the brushed touch on the back would turn into a guiding hand. Then they would notice and for a few minutes they would make a concentrated effort not to touch and then it would all start again.
However it was the looks she noticed the most.
How oblivious had she been to miss them, because really. Even when discussing something work related or, no, especially when discussing something life threatening, the looks they threw each other said loud and clear, "Fuck Me".
Then there were the other looks, the ones they got when on of them were injured. The pain and fear in those looks, when they wanted nothing more then to hold each other, was heartbreaking.
She'll keep watching them though because their love, their pain, their fear is her own personal spectator sport, and she needs to live her life a little vicariously at the moment.