cameron wallace. (insideandout) wrote in ofourowndevice, |
Cameron had never responded well to that kind of tone so when the other man in the car snapped at him he physically shrunk back, bumping against the support rail a little and averting his gaze. He really shouldn't have said anything, it had been stupid to point out the obvious like that and it went against his deeply-rooted desire to escape all notice. Of course, being stuck in a confined space with three other people made it a little difficult to disappear into the background, there wasn't really much of a background to disappear into and they were bound to notice him.
Therein lay the other problem. It really was a confined space and while Cameron wasn't claustrophobic it still made him even more anxious than he already was, more than he had been before stepping into the elevator. He tried to think of something -- anything -- else but that was much easier said than done when the others were still talking about their predicament and the lights had dropped to their tell-tale emergency red and the other man in the car was clearly so irate. Cameron tried to take deep breaths, tried to concentrate on keeping his heart rate at some sort of rate that passed for normal, his hands moving behind him to grip at the rail with white-knuckle force. No, he wasn't claustrophobic but he might as well be and that much was clear on his face. Cameron didn't look at all comfortable, and if he wasn't careful about keeping his legs locked underneath him he was going to end up on the floor any minute now.
Hopefully the maintenance team would have them out soon. Cameron doubted that was going to happen -- nothing was ever simple or straightforward -- but if he kept telling himself that maybe he would be fine. Maybe.