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

As Maea clarified what she'd meant, Amun hesitated. Sighing, he rocked back a bit and shook his head. Releasing one hand, he reached up to brush goop off her forehead and then from his own. "I can't promise that," he informed her in a quiet voice. "I cannot promise to be by your side every moment of every day."

Staring into her eyes if she'd let him, he pressed his lips together. "I can promise to always come back, to make it out of whatever mess I find myself in, and I can ask you to do the same. But there are times when the right course of action is going to be for us to split up."

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