And now he has to look again. Urgently. Compulsively. So he picks the phone back up from the sticky bartop, the screen already dark from inactivity, and unlocks it with fingers that suddenly feel weirdly clumsy against the display. The picture is still there at the bottom of the chat. Slightly blurry. Clearly rushed. But devastatingly, undeniably, tangibly real. It’s the McLaren jersey – his McLaren jersey, bright papaya orange and stamped with the number four across the chest – except the problem is that the body underneath it is objectively far too broad and muscular for a shirt that hangs comfortably loose on Lando himself. The fabric stretches across Oscar’s shoulders obscenely well.
ZERO CYCLE, CHAPTER 2: Training/Bastion – fanart by elmocracy
