After Lucas gives Willy a few comforting pats, he holds his arms outstretched before him.
“Here, buddy, lemme pick ya up. It’s gonna be tight in here, don’t want no one steppin’ on ya.” Once Lucas makes this offer, Willy barks agreeably and climbs up Lucas’s chest, resting his front paws over Lucas’s shoulder, with his snoot between them, holding the chew toys dangling over Lucas’s back.
After Lucas takes a moment to melt a little, he makes sure his left forearm is securely under Willy’s rump. He slowly stands back up again, ensuring the awkward long boi is staying comfortably in place, which he is.
As the rest of the group files into the elevator, everyone makes a point of patting Willy on the head at least once.
After waiting a bit, Lucas finally turns around to face the door again, surprised to see Mikah standing in front of the floor button panel.
‘Eh? I figured you’d wanna get away ASAP, and would take the other elevator?’