The door slams behind you. He doesn’t even flinch. Lando stands by the window, arms crossed, jaw locked, staring out at the night. He doesn’t turn around when you speak. Doesn’t even breathe like he’s listening.

“Lando—”

“Not now.”

You step closer. He takes a step back.

“I said not now.”

There’s silence. Just his shallow breathing and your heartbeat echoing in your ears. You reach for your bag.

Then he grabs the door before you can open it. Blocks it with his body.

Still not facing you. His voice low, shaking.

“No. Don't leave me.”