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

Nodding, Amun shifted so he could pull Maea into a hug, not caring about the mess from the gourds and their fluid coating both of them. His arms tightened around her. "Always." He closed his eyes and let out a breath. For a moment he just stood there and held her close.

However, he eventually had to pull away. "Now I don't know about you, but I need a bath. And yet another new set of clothes." He reached up and pinched her cheek. "You are terrible for my wardrobe." However, the joke didn't land with quite as much of his good humor as it usually would have.

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