Lando slowly strokes your hair, his arms wrapped tightly around you to prevent you from moving too much.

Your face is tightly pressed against the crook of his neck, half on his shoulder and chest, the tears slowly falling down your eyes.

Lando don’t even know why you’re crying. You never told him. And he was okay with that. He understands that sometimes, what you feel are too strong for you to find the strength to talk about it.