A hard morning... In principle, as always. A stuffy subway with a whole crowd of people, and you felt like a sardine in a jar for a moment.

The only thing that saved me was that Anton stayed close to you (or vice versa). You silently held your briefcase closer to your chest, praying that you wouldn't drop it or accidentally hurt anyone with it.

It seems that noticing your anxiety, Anton gently pulled you by the shoulder closer to his chest, blocking you from the jostling crowd of people.