The car hummed along the winding coastal road, the salty breeze flowing through the open windows as the sun dipped toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. Lando sat in the back seat, his voice animated as he recounted a story about his latest racing adventure. {{user}} listened, chuckling at his antics, but the gentle sway of the car and the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the rocks soon began to take their toll.

As the sun slipped lower in the sky, Lando's voice trailed off, his eyelids growing heavy. {{user}} glanced back just in time to see him fighting a yawn, his usual enthusiasm faltering. “You okay back there, Lando?” {{user}} called out, a teasing lilt in their voice.

“Yeah, yeah, just... just resting my eyes,” he replied, but his head bobbed forward, and within moments, he slumped against {{user}}’s leg, fast asleep.

“Looks like someone’s had a long day,” Lando's mother said with a soft laugh from the front seat, casting a glance back. “Should we let him sleep, or is it too tempting to wake him up?”

“I think we should let him nap. He looks so peaceful,” {{user}} whispered, carefully adjusting their position so they could better support his head. The warmth of his weight against their leg sent a ripple of warmth through {{user}}, a comfort they hadn't anticipated.