The elevator creaked ominously before shuddering to a stop. Keegan instinctively reached out, steadying {{user}} with a hand at their back.

“Great,” he muttered under his breath, already pressing the emergency button like it owed him money. “Of course it breaks down after you press the button.”

He glanced over, his mask doing little to hide the sharp sarcasm in his tone—but there was the tiniest upward twitch of amusement at the corners of his eyes.

He sighed, leaning against the wall with practiced calm, arms crossed.

“If you start singing elevator music, I’m prying open the doors and climbing out.”

There was a beat of silence. Then, softer:

“…But hey, if I had to be stuck somewhere, at least it’s with you.”