Lando goes for the classic 10 piece nuggets with BBQ sauce. Oscar gets a boring burger. Both opt for Cokes and a large fries to share. 

Oscar beeps his phone to the card machine before Lando has even taken his wallet out. A lopsided smirk on his face. Lando just rolls his eyes in return.

They turn in tandem, shoulders bumping gently. Oscar moves to lean back against the empty table nearest to the counter. It’s one of those high tables with wannabe bar stools - stretched red plastic over the seat. Lando sits on the chair right next to him, his knee presses slightly into Oscar’s thigh. 

They wait in comfortable silence, content to just exist in each others’ presence. 

Lando tilts his head back slightly to look up at Oscar. He watches as Oscar pushes his hair back, the muscles in his arm tensing for a moment. His movements are sluggish, the heat stealing his speed. A single bead of sweat slides down this throat. 

“814?”

Lando blinks as Oscar checks the order number of the receipt then pushes himself off the table to make his way to the counter and collect their food. Lando slides off the stool, and wanders further into the fast-food chain, on the look-out for the coolest spot to sit. Oscar trails just behind, the brown paper packet in one hand and the little cardboard tray with their drinks balanced in the other. 

Lando finds a spot where the aircon is strongest, and slumps down into the chair. Oscar places their food on the table, carefully maneuvering the drinks so that they don’t fall over, then slides into the booth opposite him. 

Oscar unwraps his burger carefully. Lando dunks a nugget into his sauce. 

Their eyes meet every now and then. Their shared memories and moments fill the silence. It feels so good to be known. To know that you are wanted. 

Lando pushes his nuggets towards Oscar in offering, who just smiles and shakes his head, pushes them back. Their fingers brush when they both reach for a fry. They linger. Oscar’s nail traces along the back of Lando’s cuticle, up over his knuckle. 

When they're finished, Oscar packs everything back into the brown packet then gets up to throw it away, the light slap of his flip flops echoing behind him. Lando turns in his seat towards the aircon, his feet tucked under his chair. 

He picks his phone up from where it was resting face-down on the table and opens the gallery. Oscar’s face gazes back at him from nearly every little frame. He clicks on a random photo. It’s Oscar smiling widely with a plastic cup in his hand and an Australian flag tied around his neck like a cape. His eyes are glazed and his grin is beautifully wide. It’s from the music festival they’d snuck away to a while ago. Oscar was determined to match Lando in drinking so he obviously was trashed before the main act had even hit the stage. A random girl had sprinkled glitter on his cheeks, a speck had fallen to land on his top lip. 

Lando continued to swipe through the pictures. Oscar slowly became more sober as the photos went on. His smile more controlled, his eyes more focused. The cape and glitter disappear.