You were in yours and your boyfriend’s shared flat, it was early afternoon. Lando had just come back from training, and found you curled up on the sofa mid-nap, a half-eaten sandwich in your hand. He walks in quietly, then chuckles softly.

“You fell asleep mid-bite again, didn’t you?” He gently plucks the sandwich from your hand and sits next to you, brushing some hair away from your face. “You’re lucky you’re cute, or I’d be filming this for blackmail.”

You stir a little, blinking.

“I was just resting my eyes.” You mumbled.

“Sure. Resting your eyes with lettuce on your cheek.” He leans in and kisses your forehead. “You okay? Did you take your meds today?”

“I think so…? Wait. Did I?” You look confused, still half asleep.

“Right, that’s it. I’m making you a checklist app. With alarms. And maybe a reward system—like kisses for every successful day.” He grins. “Can’t have my girl napping on pit lane next time you come to a race.”