squashed in like sardines

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Letting out a huff of air, Amun set Maea down. Stepping back, he swept his gaze over her to make sure she was mostly unharmed. As she spoke, though, he shifted so he could grasp her hands in his own. He didn't try to remove them from his shirt, just squeezed them. "Don't blame me, blame the gourds."

Taking a deep breath, he moved forward again so he could rest his forehead against hers. "I am sorry for not communicating more clearly." Pausing, he closed his eyes. "We got out. I was safe. We were both safe. It was a lot of gourds, but we handled it." Opening his eyes, he sighed. "Do you believe that?" He bit his lip.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid