Dustin howls incoherently in frustration and fury as he firms up his back against the door. This would be the point where he'd look for other solutions - a lever or something, anything that could apply more torque than his spindly arms - but he doesn't trust his brain, dulled as it is, to find one fast enough. He barely even remembers the path they took to get here.

Thankfully, with Reeve's assistance, the door slides open just enough to give Dustin room to squeeze through, where he wraps his hands around the door's edge to pull on it from the other side. Reeve probably needs a little more room than he does and Dustin isn't about to abandon him.