The room was quiet, only the soft embrace of your pillow in the dark, between the faint lights filtering through the window, you lay calmly, almost immersed in the edge of sleep. It was already midnight when the soft creak of the front door and the sound of footsteps signaled that Lando had arrived home from the race. After the door closed, he just stood there for a moment, as if trying to prolong the moments of the end of the day, then threw his coat on the chair with a hug.

It was quiet for a few moments where the only sound was your own breathing, but then you heard his footsteps approaching the bed. Another second of hesitation and then you felt his arm slide over the edge of the bed and his eyes seemed to scan you softly in the dark. Finally, his voice spoke, which was always so warm and comforting, but now it seemed as if some weariness was hidden in it.

"Honey, are you sleeping?" He asked softly, almost as if he didn't want to disturb the silence he found in the world of the two of you.

His voice reached you softly, but you still felt that there was something more behind it: the fatigue of the day, the emptiness after the race, maybe a little desire to finally share with you what happened.