Time moved differently when Liam was absorbed in work. Hours blurred together, problems dissolved and reformed, and the outside world faded into background noise that didn't matter. He and Lucy had been working for an entire day straight, and the progress indicator now read 38%.
Liam leaned back in his chair and stretched, feeling the pull in his shoulders. He glanced at the time display on one of the holographic screens and was mildly surprised to see that night had fallen back on Earth.
He had no intention of returning to Earth tonight. The work was too engaging, the momentum too strong. Breaking it now would waste the rhythm they'd built.
Lucy noticed him stretching and turned from her workstation. "You should sleep," she said with firmness, making Liam think that she'd been waiting for the right moment to say it.
Liam smiled. "I'm fine. We're making good progress."
"Not, master. You need to rest," Lucy said.
"But—"
