you had been with lando for a year now and you only at the start of thsi season went public, so you were new to the f1 attention.

you had been travelling to loads of his races recently and this weekend you were in montreal with him.

he qualified p7, which broke his confidence. he had been struggling a lot and it was horrible to watch but all you could do was be there for him.

in the closing laps, lando is fighting his teammate oscar. he goes for a gap which isn’t really there and he ends up on the grass and scraping the wall, taking the back wing and front left wheel off.

fuck. is all you could think. you knew this would hurt him a lot.

you were stood in the garage with his dad and ed, headset on as you watched the big screen with the broadcast on.