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

Amun blinked at Maea's response. Frowning, he glanced over at her. "I agree. There's no conflict that ends well. But sometimes conflict is inevitable, and if that's the case, I'd rather be the one to walk away from it with my life." Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look we both just went through a lot of stress and we're unlikely to be able to have a productive conversation until we've both calmed down a bit."

Lowering his hand as she replied to his latest comment about the Voice, he shook his head. "If you want me to drop the issue I'll  drop it until you bring it up." In a quieter tone, he added, "I don't want to force you into anything. I just want what's best for you." He pulled on his lower lip with his teeth.

Shrugging his shoulder, he slipped his hands into his pockets. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. Even if I did, I don't really care about Nate. He hurt Sam, badly, and while Nate and I can work together we'll never be friends." Rocking onto his heels and then back onto the balls of his feet, he stared over at the building that were incredibly close. "I think she'll talk to you because one, you're not the same person you used to be in so many ways, two, she tries not to get in the middle of our disputes, and three, I'll be there." Lifting his hand, he gestured at the Settlement. "Now can we please go get cleaned up and rest and recover before we get into an actual argument?"

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