His first thought was a rather reluctant admission that he likely required Hatchitt's assistance with this one. The floor was a challenge on its own without the added complication of the fucking ceiling collapsing. Hatchitt was going to have a field day with this one.

The second, and perhaps the more pressing one, was how close he was to Greengrass. Their lower halves were practically flush, causing both of their issues to be obvious. Both. Greengrass' body was reacting just as his was. Dory mimicked his expression, dropping his eyes to Ford's lips and back up again. If Greengrass was a woman he would've already taken great liberties with her. Hell, he would've been reaching for his wand to somehow turn the post office into a den or a closet or something with even a semblance of privacy. But, Greengrass was a man.

The third was that he ought to already be rising to his feet, which was punctuated by Greengrass' stare and uncomfortable um. Dory rolled off him immediately and willed the universe to spare him the indignity of an obvious tent in his trousers. One brief, daring look down proved that it was at least slightly visible. Which, fuck. How could he explain that?! "Sorry. I thought the floor was the only issue remaining." He said sheepishly, not making eye contact.