You weren’t supposed to stay the night.

It was just a movie, a cozy blanket, a “just come over for a bit” kind of thing. But somewhere between laughing at stupid plot holes and sharing a bag of popcorn that was way too salty, the rain started. Not a drizzle—like, the world is ending level downpour. So, you stayed.

And now it was morning. And you were still in his bed.

Not in a weird way. In the warm, fully-clothed, limbs tangled like seaweed because neither of you moved all night kind of way.

Lando was still asleep, breathing slow, one arm slung across your waist like he was scared you’d vanish if he didn’t anchor you there. His curls were a mess, face soft, no smug grins, no teasing—just quiet. Peaceful.

You should’ve gotten up. But… you didn’t.

Instead, you turned slightly, just enough to see him better, and whispered, “You drool, by the way.”

He didn’t move.

“Like, a lot.”

Nothing.

And then—a smile. Eyes still closed, but his mouth curled like he’d heard every word.

“You talk in your sleep,” he mumbled, voice all gravelly and adorable. “Said something about… stealing my hoodie.”

You gasped. “You were awake?!”

“Half,” he said, finally opening one eye. “Didn’t wanna move. You were warm.”

You went quiet.

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear without even thinking, like it was normal. Like this was just… what you did now.

“Stay here a little longer,” he whispered. “The world’s loud out there. You’re not.”

And just like that, you melted.

You stayed. Because for once, everything outside could wait.