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Riding the train was something John had never done before he met Marty, and the crowded, smelly, shaking metal boxes were hardly an appealing means of getting from one place in the city to another. John wished he could propose some sort of increase in funds to public transportation maintenance, or at least start the conversation around making the trains at least half suitable for riding.
But the money in his pocket kept him quiet.
He would always keep quiet.
He ended up crushed between two other men in suits, their arms raised with two fingers hooked in the loops that dangled from the ceiling. They were too busy scrolling through their phones to pay attention to John as he wiggled his way in between them, but John didn’t mind.
The trains made him nervous, packed in tight with a group of strangers he didn’t know. Every jostle sent him knocking into someone else and he was sure that someone would feel the hard press of metal around his waist, above where a belt would be, and his cover would be blown.
John didn’t like the trains for many reasons, but the claustrophobia of the loud, rattling box of metal just made him even more aware of the constricting metal around his own waist.