Lando and you had been dating for a while. He knew you pretty well and you knew him too. He knew what scared you and what you loved. He knew how brave you were, strong too and how you were so stubborn that you almost always refused any kind of help. So when you screamed he knew something was wrong.

Lando rushed from one side of the apartment to the other, worried something horrible had happened. He finds you plastered against the far wall of your shared bedroom glaring at a spider. Albeit a big spider but still, a spider.

He chuckles softly before grabbing a cup and scooping it up. He drops it out the window because although you hate the small bugs you never want him to actually kill them. A three storey drop probably kills them anyway but at least they had a chance.

When he returns he chuckles at you sceptic look. He shows you the glass - spider free - before you relax.

"A spider. Really?" Lando teases.