Carlos sighed,

He looked around for his gloves, as he geared up.

Before he could even utter the words “where are they”

Lando just handed them to him.

Then his doe eyes made contact with Carlos, a reminder.

”drive safe, you muppet.”

But Lando was still worried. God he was always worried.

..

As Lando did the other media recordings, he couldn’t help but glance over at the track.

When the video was over, he was looking through the chained fences to Carlos’s car.

Was it going too fast? Too slow? Was Carlos okay? Was he tired?

He was prolly gonna he hungry later. Lando should ask Will to order chipotle.

Or actually, Nando’s would be better. Carlos liked that more.

He twiddled his legs nervously,

It wasn’t even an actual race,

Yet when the cameras were off, Lando got to Carlos’s car first.

—

“NO! GIVE IT BAAACK-“ Lando whined, climbing into Carlos’s lap to get his phone back,

He was in the middle of football manager ffs!

Carlos grinned, holding it up high.

Lando pouted, as he suddenly reached up- and hit something on the table nearby-

It fell down on Carlos’s foot, and it was glass-

“Shit-“ the Spaniard grunted, and Lando’s eyes shot open.

“Holy- are you okay?!” He gasped, tucking his curls behind his head as he squinted his eyes.

It was bleeding. Oh no.

Before Carlos could say anything, Lando ran out,

Then back in, with the first aid kit.

It’s like Lando could tell everything about Carlos.

He kneeled down on the floor, even as Carlos protested, he bandaged his foot, asking if he was okay then

He just pouted at him, babbling about how it was carlos’s fault-

Then he kissed him on the cheek.

—

Lando was glued to Carlos’s side. Even after he left Mclaren.

Carlos had a crash? Lando would be there

The Ferrari mechanics made fun of how much Lando appeared

But, for the first time, ever

Carlos and Lando were arguing.

.

it was 2am. or so

Carlos groaned, who the fuck rang the doorbell?

He stumbled out to the door.

it was raining really bad

and stood, a soaked Lando.