He couldn’t sleep. At all.

The dim lights of the room flickered softly, and Rebecca stirred in his arms.

As usual.

But his eyes weren’t on her.

On her pretty flowy hair, or her soft face.

They were on his nightstand. As much as he tried to stare them away.

A simple photo frame.

Of Lando and Carlos.

They still hung out, of course they did, but he missed something.

He held Rebecca tighter.

But maybe it wasn’t her.

Maybe he just wanted lando in his arms instead. Huh.