Lando and Carlos were cuddling in bed. As usual.

Carlos had his arms wrapped around him, the latter fiddling with the remote to turn on another episode of Money heist. His favourite.

It was nice, and cold, and warm, and Lando felt warm, and ah. He could be here foreverrrr.

He snuggled up more into Carlos’s chest, almost impossibly closer.

Suddenly his eyes widened, he felt a weird sensation in his stomach.

And before he knew it he was rushing to the bathroom, the absentminded blabbering of the tv and Carlos’s eyes barely keeping up with him.

And he kneeled to the toilet.

Ugh. What the hell?