There was a lot of wailing.
And it was coming from a particular blonde mechanic who never thought he would get to return to the space this early, but only because it's been decided that he'd have to focus on his exams for this week.
They even told him not to worry—that everything was under control now. That they'd learned enough after finishing the first dome and could handle things from here.
But Ollie didn't want to be told that.
He wanted them to need him.
To beg him to stay.
They didn't.
Those traitors.
Which was how he ended up walking miserably toward the auditorium with the rest of the group, dragging his feet like a man on the way to his execution.
Everyone didn't exactly look thrilled to be there.
Save for his good brother.
Who was maybe the only person who could see anything positive in this.
