It wasn’t your favorite thing, being crammed in with the four others. The elevator slowly came to a stop, the doors unmoving.

You were stuck.

John was tightly pressed against you and Dutch, scowling about the tight fit.

“Why are you all so tightly fit together?” Arthur grumbled.

“Oh shut the hell up. It’s bad enough I’m stuck in here.” John scowled.

“Both of you are childish.” Javier murmured.

“Here’s hopin’ we get out soon.” Dutch huffed lowly. Your arm resting on his chest.