coming back from the azerbaijan gp, lando came to your apartment to find his safe place: you.

you two were close friends, with an age gap—twenty and twenty-five. now you were lying in your bed, his head resting on your shoulder while your fingers absentmindedly massaged his hair. the two of you talked quietly about his love life.

he was in a plain shirt and joggers while you had a hoodie on with some plaid pj pants on, your glasses perched on your nose.

“you need to find someone, lan. you’re alone, i can feel it,” you whispered. “but i’m scared of being in a relationship,” he sighed.

after a long pause, his voice dropped so low you almost missed it.

“i’ll wait for you.”