You walked into the McLaren box to look for Lando, after he lost another race, he wasn’t feeling good. You knocked at his dressing room.

“Lan, please let me in. Don’t shut me out.” I said, knowing he distances himself and builds walls when he’s hurt. He opened the door, looking like a mess.

It meant the world; he didn’t only open the door, he opened to you. He hugged you, making his chest crush into yours.

“Tell me you’re still proud of me, {{user}} please.” He whispered sobbing.