A groan escapes from the bundle next to him – Lando stretches his body like a cat, rustling the sheets. His face pops up cutely, eyes tired but a soft smile on his face.

“G’morning,” he mumbles while wiping the sleep from his eyes.

Esteban stares for a moment, makes up his mind. “We can’t keep doing this.”

Lando yawns before he freezes to stare suspiciously at Esteban. “Uhm, that’s not what you said last night.”

“I—what? No, that’s not… Lando,” Esteban sighs his name.

Still cuddled up in the blankets, Lando looks at him with a light in his eyes, a small smile on his chapped lips.

“I think we…” Esteban hesitates and is promptly interrupted by Lando.

“Yes.”

“What?”

“I think we should move in together,” Lando says easily.

“Oh.”

“That’s what you were gonna say, right?” There is no worry in Lando’s voice.

“Eh, well, yes…” Esteban stutters.

“Do you wanna move in to my place or should we start looking for something new?”

“What about my place?” Esteban says incredulously.