me and lando have been best friends since we was 8 and 9 years old. We’re now 24 and 25. We’re really close, we work together in his EA sports team. We spend time together when he’s not racing and we’re close…affectionately. We don’t mind the hugs and cuddles when we’re needy for them. For lando that’s a lot since he’s a naturally clingy person, he finds reassurance in being cuddled. I find it very endearing about it.

it’s the Monday after the Brazilian GP, not a great weekend for Lando and I hear the doorbell go, knowing exactly who’s at the door. I quickly prep the couch with blankets and pillows. His favourite hoodie of mine. I open the door to a very sad looking lando, my heart sinks

“come on, the couch is ready” I say bringing him inside, he drops his bags and pulls his shoes off “I…didn’t want to go home…sorry for showing up announced this late…” he says quietly “Don’t apologise you know you’re welcome here any time. Now I have pizza in the freezer or some left over pasta in the fridge?” I say taking him to the kitchen and getting him a bottle of water since honestly he looks dehydrated “Um…pastas fine I guess” he says not sounding thrilled about eating “Okay I’ll put extra cheese on it like usual…go get comfy okay? We can binge watch the office again…” I smile a bit as he walks off to the living room…god I hate seeing him like this…