#russian gp

You heard the front door slam. Dropping the pot in your hands of the hob. You shed your oven mitts and rushed to the front door. The front door, which Lando had just slammed. You could see that Lando had dropped his bags to the floor, his McLaren mask still covering his face. Lando pulled his mask off and opened his arms at the sight of you running towards him. You lept at Lando. Gripping onto him as he caught you.

"I love you." You chanted. "I love you. And you are amazing."

"It doesn't feel like it," Lando complained.

"Well, I think that you are." You assured him.

Rubbing his back. You held onto Lando as he broke down. Crying into your shoulder as you lead him to the bedroom.

Shuffling into your bedroom. You set Lando down on the bed. Softly coaxing him out of his clothes. And into some more comfortable and snuggly ones.

When he was comfortable. You pulled him back into your arms as you lay on the bed. Letting him rest his head on your chest as you rubbed his back. Cooing in his ear.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you ask him quietly as you looked at his watery eyes.

"No." Lando whimpered. "But next time. I need you to come with me."

"I'm so sorry I couldn't come this time." You apologised. Rubbing Lando's back again.

"I just missed my lucky charm and number one supporter," Lando told you. A weak attempt at a smile on his lips.

"Well, next time. I will be there." You assured him. "My flight is booked. And it is all in place."

"Perfect." Lando sighed.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't come this time, honey." You apologised. "I so wished I could have wrapped you up in a hug when it happened."

"I'm not angry." Lando assured you." I just missed your calming presence. And your good luck kisses. And I missed your hugs when I come back from the track. But most importantly. I missed having you there."

You felt as Lando nuzzled his head back into your shoulder. You let him stay there as you held him. Rubbing his back. Knowing that what he really needed was to be held in silence as you comforted him. Knowing that he just needed love.

You only pulled apart when you heard his tummy rumble.

"Someone's hungry." you tease. Revelling at Lando's slightly sheepish smile. Because it is something.

"How about we go downstairs and have some dinner." You coax softly in the hopes of getting him out of bed and some food in his system.

Lando nods softly as you pull him to his feet. Leading him down to the kitchen with his hand still firmly gripped in your own. When you reach the kitchen. You turn the hob off. Where you had been keeping the soup warm. You figured that after all that had happened. Lando really just needed some comfort food.

Ladling out two portions. You pick one up as Lando takes the other. Your spare hand is still firmly clasped in his own as he refuses to let it go. Sitting down, Lando started to eat with your hand firmly held in his own.

"How was your weekend?" Lando asked quietly. The first thing he had said in a while. You could tell that Lando wanted a distraction and wanted your attention. You also figured he felt a bit bad about not talking very much.

So you talked. You told Lando all about your weekend. And everything that had happened since he left. Filling him in on every little detail. To the point that Lando may as well have been there. But you knew that was what he wanted. Something to distract him.

After a while, Lando started engaging in the conversation. And sometime after that. He began to tell you little bits about his weekend. Resolutely nothing about his race. But little things. Things that he had seen and had reminded him of you.

The flower stall he had passed on the way to his hotel. All the dogs that he had seen. The little girl who had asked him where you were. All the things that you would have loved. He even pulled out a picture of a dog he had met that was your favourite breed.