And Nyx might do just fine alone. Tony wasn't the sort who did, not really. He needed someone relatively nearby to be able to show up, to tell him when he needed to stop, because otherwise he simply wouldn't.
"What?" He asked, almost offended. "Why wouldn't I help? What else is there to do?" And there he went again, really. But he felt like it was true -- if he stopped working, he wasn't sure what he'd have. Not really. Certainly, time to think. And he didn't want that by any measure.