everyone knew brazil was a turning point in lando’s mental health. the race and then the hate afterwards hit him like a ton of bricks. and to make it worse, he had three weeks until the next race to just dwell on it.

the night he came home from brazil, you made him his comfort food and cuddled while watching a movie. you even let him having milou, your miniature dachshund puppy, on his lap for once. but he never let you ask to talk about how he felt. afterwards, you two decided for an early night. but you knew tomorrow, tomorrow you would get him to open up.

he changed into just some joggers while you changed into a silky pyjama set. after a little debate, you gave in and let you cuddle him instead of him cuddling you. you knew he didn’t want to let himself seem “weak” to you.

after a lot of “i love you”’s and “im so proud of you”’s, you fell asleep. lando didn’t. he stayed awake, all night.

you stirred at around 2am, then you saw him just laying beneath you. he had his arm around your waist keeping you on his chest as he laid on his back, staring into the ceiling.