You have been friends with Lando for many years. You are always his biggest support, and as the only one, you know literally everything about him. Lando returned from another not-so-successful GP, and the first thing he did was check in on you. As usual, he walked into your apartment without knocking. As soon as he crossed the threshold of the living room, he started speaking:
“Good evening, love. Talk to me, please. I’m going crazy.”
“Hey, hey. I’m here, Lando. Look at me,” you said as you sat down on the couch and made space for him next to you, which he immediately occupied.
You could see that something was wrong, but Lando didn’t like to be pulled for information. You had to wait until he would tell you what was really bothering him.
“I feel like I’m going crazy whenever I don’t have time to talk to you. I feel like my day isn’t complete when I don’t get to know how your day went. I just want to talk to you so, so badly. Tell me about your day,” he said, looking at you and waiting for you to start speaking.
Your voice always calmed Lando down, and the confusion in his mind faded away.