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Oscar didn’t really like partying after a Grand Prix, no matter the result. So that was why, at about 11pm, he was staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror while getting ready to go to bed. When he finally walked out, the first thing he noticed was Lando, curled up on the side of the bed, his dark, messy curls clashing against the white of the pillow and duvet. It took seconds for Oscar to understand what happened. He sat on the other side of the bed and rolled over so that his arms could surround the Brit. Oscar whispered calmly
“Lan, baby”
The older turned to face the Aussie before breathing out a trembly
“Yeah?”
Oscar then asked what had happened, though he already knew the answer, that Lando refused to give, initially. Then the Brit broke, and started blurting out
“This year we finally have a decent car but I’ll never win a championship because I keep trying stupid overtakes, bottling starts or crashing like a rookie, and I could still have a chance at WDC if you DNF at least once, but I don’t want that to happen cau-”
“Lando. You are a good driver, and you can still win the championship if you put some effort in it”
Oscar interrupted him. The Brit didn’t reply, he just nested his head in the crook of Oscar’s neck, eventually falling asleep after a while, or so the Aussie thought. He stopped running his fingers through Lando’s hair for a moment, to scratch his neck, yet the Brit moaned of disapproval and moved closer to Oscar’s chest.
“Aww”
Lando moved closer to Oscar, if that was possible. The Brit actually fell asleep this time, and Oscar followed shortly after.