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Pure Shores
It was actually a day like already so many before, at least for an F1 driver like Lando was. It was Monday, the day after a race. In this case, the day after the race in Singapore.
Or more precise – travel day. Two weeks were between the race yesterday and the next one, so the drivers, including their teams, were allowed to fly back home in the meantime and relax for a few days before everything will start from new once again.
But this time, travel day was a little more enjoyable, actually way more enjoyable than usual, because Max had asked him the other day if they wanted to fly back home together in his private jet, since Lando had also moved to Monaco recently.
But not only the comfort of the private jet made their flight back home so much more enjoyable, but also especially the present of one of Lando’s closest friends – Carlos.
Lando had asked his former teammate if he wanted to join them on their flight, after he had checked if Max was alright with asking him so. But the two ex-Toro Rosso teammates still got along pretty well, so Max didn’t mind the older one to join them as well.
But Lando had feared that the Dutch wouldn’t like or maybe wouldn’t even allow it, when the Spaniard had asked Lando in return, if Charles could join the flight as well.
Carlos had told Lando by their traditional movie night on Thursday evening a few days ago, that he will fly over to Monaco after the race as well, since Charles and he wanted to spend some time together offside Maranello, since the two teammates were getting a long pretty well. Sometimes even too well for the young Brit’s liking.
So Lando had been aware about the Spaniard’s plan to travel to Monaco as well, why he had asked him if he wanted to join their private flight home in the first place. But since Carlos only got there to visit his teammate, it was understanding that his friend had asked Lando if the Monégasque could join them as well, since they all had the same way to go anyway.
If Lando was serious, he had been very, very jealous towards Charles at the beginning, after Carlos had moved to Ferrari, even though he was actually friends with the Monégasque as well.
His jealousy had already become better in the meantime, because his former teammate had kept his promise to still stay close friends and spend as much time together as possible, but still the young Brit just couldn’t switch off his jealousy towards the admittedly good-looking Monégasque so easily.
But it was actually nothing compared to those deep, strong, almost scary feelings Max cared for Charles. People would call it rivalry, tension, dislike or even hate between those two competitors, but Lando knew better.
Because his friend was actually head over heels in love with the young Ferrari driver. Lando had never seen someone being so obsessed, attracted and crazy for someone like Max felt for Charles. Okay, maybe Lando was actually the same in-love-drunken-dork, but with Max it was different.
Because sadly, his friend really couldn’t show his actual feelings for Charles, or at least treat him like a friend and not like he actually hated him with everything he had. But sadly, Max couldn’t change the way he was. There were so many reasons why he couldn’t, even when he actually wanted.
First, because he had never learnt how to show someone that he actually cared for them, he had never learnt how to show affection, not even mention it to express it through words. He of course also feared that Charles wouldn’t return his feelings, which Lando could sadly understand all too good as well.
Next to that, the Dutch was also horrified about what Red Bull and especially his bosses will say about being in love or maybe even in a relationship with their biggest rival, if Charles should really feel the same way for him as well.
About that part, Lando himself actually wasn’t too worried about. McLaren was thankfully way different compared to Red Bull when it came to that. It wasn’t just an F1 team for him, it was more like a family, like a second family for Lando and it would also play him into the cards that they weren’t fighting for the championship with Ferrari at the moment, but still it didn’t matter in the end. Because it still didn’t change anything about his own situation as well.
But the biggest reason, probably the one Max feared the most, was his family’s reaction. Especially his father’s, if they should ever find out about his real sexuality and God forbid, maybe also that he was in love with the boy he was actually supposed to hate for the rest of his life.
Lando always felt so sorry for his friend, when he just thought about his worst nightmare, his fears and how desperate he was about his unrequited love towards the young Monégasque. That out of all those people on this planet, it just had to be Charles Leclerc he was in love with.
In contrast to his friend, the young Brit was actually sure about that his family would be okay with it, if they would ever find out about him being gay. He even dared to say that they would be supportive and not disown him like Max actually expected from his family to do, or at least from his strict father and his nowadays questionable point of view and educational methods.
But he was still his father in the end of the day and Lando only knew all too well what it meant for his friend to have his support and his recognition.
So it was sadly no option for Max to just think about outing himself or to try to win Charles’ heart. And because he thought he didn’t even have a chance at all to get out of his horrible, hopeless situation, it was also the reason Max treated the young Monégasque like he already did since he had formed those feelings for him when they had still been kids and he hadn’t been able to understand the real meaning of those strong feelings just yet back then.
Besides, Charles didn’t even seem to be into men anyway, since he had a girlfriend. Or at least he had had one still just a few weeks ago. And so also Max always made sure to be in relationship with some girl, he actually had never any feelings for, so his family and also the rest of the world won’t ever suspect anything about that he was actually hopeless in love with the guy he was fighting for the championship this year.
Max had told Lando that his heart did actually belong to Charles about one year ago, when the two of them had been chilling at the Dutch’s place in Monaco and they had maybe drunk a little too much that evening.
Under tears, Max had told him the truth, after Charles had kind of pushed the Red Bull driver off the track during their last race and Max had yelled at him for it after, even though he had already known back then, that it actually hadn’t been Charles intentionally at all.
Max hated himself so much for being this way, for treating Charles like he was trash, even though he actually meant the world to him. But he sadly couldn’t change. He just was the way he was, to Charles’ misfortune.
And since Lando had never been able to stand watching someone cry right in front of him, especially not when he cared about that someone, he finally joined Max’s tears when the Dutch had cried out that he was so sorry for being always such an asshole to Charles, even though he actually loved that boy more than his own life.
And in the same night, Lando had also said out loud for the first time as well, that he was more or less in the same situation. About that he was also in love with another man, another driver, he knew he won’t ever be able to call his boyfriend as well.
Lando was talking about Carlos. Of course, he was. Max wasn’t even surprised about it when his friend had told him about his massive crush towards his ex-teammate. Because he had already noticed the chemistry the two of them had, everyone had seen it. Especially during their two years together in McLaren but also still nowadays.
The Dutch even admitted to his younger friend, that for some time he had actually thought that they were already a couple or that something was at least going on between the two of them. But sadly, there had never been anything, even though they really still got along great with each other.
But Lando still didn’t think that Carlos also had any deeper feelings for him, after Max had told him that he was actually sure about it and that he should try his luck, because the Spaniard would never reject him with the way he was always looking at him. Carlos would never hurt Lando.
Back then that night when the two friends had drunken way over their thirst, Lando had expected Carlos to get engaged soon, but even though he was single nowadays again, he still didn’t even dare to think about that he had a chance.
The Spaniard was always so good to him. They did still manage to spend much time together, even though they weren’t at the same team anymore. They still had a lot of fun together, talked a lot, Carlos was just always there for him, still took care of him and protected him like it was still his duty to do so, even though it had actually never been so in the first place, also not when they had been teammates.
With other words, Carlos treated Lando like he was his baby brother. And even though the boy loved to get his attention, affection and the way he cared for him, he also still hated it at the same time, because he wanted to be something else, something more than just his friend or like his little brother.
Lando knew he should actually be grateful about to have at least that, especially when he thought about Max and Charles and their non-existing friendship, but still. To have Carlos’ affection was great, but it only made his aching for more even worse with every time.
And even though Lando was aware about that he would have his family’s and also his team’s back, if he would out himself, he still didn’t dare to do so in the end, because he was afraid about that it would change everything between Carlos and him.
He didn’t fear that Carlos wouldn’t accept it or even end their friendship because of it, but the boy was still scared about that it would change the way the Spaniard treated him. And Lando just couldn’t risk that and he also wasn’t interested in someone else, so there was no need for him to out himself anytime soon.
He just wanted Carlos like Max actually only wanted Charles, but sadly this won’t ever happen, for both of them. So the two friends kept on like they had already been doing so far in their lives, even though the Dutch had promised the McLaren driver and also himself to treat Charles better, since the young man deserved better.
But still, Lando had feared about that Max wouldn’t allow Charles to join them on their flight back home and so Carlos would have maybe refused as well, since he didn’t want to leave his teammate alone behind. But since Max had promised to become a better person, he told his friend that it would be alright and he could ask the Monégasque as well.
First surprised about if he wanted to join him and Carlos in Max’s private jet to Monaco, Charles had only looked at Lando in suspect, but after sharing a look with his teammate, the young Monégasque finally agreed to the boy’s well-meant offer.
But Lando doubted that the Dutch would have agreed to it again today, if he had asked him if Charles was allowed to join them as well after yesterday’s race.
Shortly before the four of them boarded the jet, Lando really doubted if it had really been such a great idea in the end, because he feared that Max could attack Charles for winning the race yesterday, while he had just another DNF, even though it wasn’t the Ferrari driver’s fault at all.
Lando was afraid about that Max could get aggressive and start a fight and doing so in a jet they were forced to be into for hours and kilometres up in the sky, really wasn’t something the young Brit was looking forward to.
But luckily, Max was able to keep himself under control. Maybe because the race had already ended hours ago with a night of sleep between to calm down again and maybe because he also really wanted to change and treat Charles like he actually wanted to do since they had met when they had been kids.
Lando was glad about that, because he would never miss an opportunity to sit right next to Carlos in a plane, like they had always been doing during their time at McLaren.
And also because they hadn’t been able to do so since the Spaniard had left the team. So the two actual rivals had to sit next to each other and both tried to keep as much distance between them as possible.
Because Lando had also made a promise to himself. Because even though he was aware about that Carlos won’t ever be his, he still wanted to soak up every moment he will get, even though he knew it will probably break him at one point.
But also because he had never been able to sleep so well during a flight, like when he was sitting next to the Spaniard and could lean his head against his shoulder.
After taking off, the four of them had talked for a while but made sure to avoid to mention yesterday’s race, since they didn’t want to provoke Max, even though he tried his best to be nice to Charles. Most of the time it were Carlos and Lando talking anyway, they also made plans to meet in Monaco as well, since the Spaniard was already in town.
The tension between the two competitors sitting opposite them wasn’t only visible but also feel able, especially when Max was absently scrolling through his phone any more with not giving Charles any attention at all and the young Monégasque finally plugged in his headphones and pretended to look out of the window.
After catching up after another pretty stressful race weekend, Lando got pretty tired slowly but sure and after he had already yawned after every fifth word he was saying to his former teammate, he finally made himself comfortable against Carlos’ shoulder.
“You know, they have a bed in the front part of the jet. You could lay down and try to catch some hours of sleep, cariño.”
Carlos suggested well-meant, but nothing in the world could change Lando’s mind now so he would leave his former teammate’s side, even if the small bed would still look all-so-comfortable. Because he was aware about that Carlos was way more comfortable than that stupid bed anyway.
“Nah, I’m good. I just want to take a little nap anyway.”
The boy couldn’t suppress the smile spreading out on his lips, when he could feel the Spaniard’s arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer. How much Lando had missed to fall asleep like that during a flight. To be able to feel Carlos’ pleasing warmth, to inhale his scent and to hear his heartbeat, which did lull him quickly asleep.
Unfortunately and actually also for the first time ever, Lando hadn’t been able to catch any decent and restful sleep in his friend’s embrace. Even worse, he actually even had a nightmare about that their jet was going to crash.
Luckily, he finally fell out of his nightmare when he flinched badly in his sleep and even though he was actually finally awake, the boy still found himself in another nightmare. But sadly, it was the reality this time.
“Go back to sleep, cariño.”
Carlos suggested down to him once again all well-meant, while caressing over his from sleep and from the happenings of his nightmare warm cheeks. But the fact that his friend looked stressed caused Lando to get shaky as well and made it unable for him to find any rest any time soon any more.
Also Max and Charles sitting opposite them didn’t look any better than the Spaniard, actually even worse. The Dutch had pulled his phone away in the meantime, clutching with both hands on his seat now and looking kind of sick and also Charles didn’t listen to some music any more nor did he dare to look out of the porthole any more, since he was obviously too horrified to do so.
“What’s going on?”
Lando questioned tired, while he rubbed the still present sleep out of his eyes, but before Carlos could answer him, a lightning was right outside their window and the impact of the thunder did hit the jet, which caused Lando to cry out in angst when everything around him was suddenly shaking and the lights began to flicker.
“Carlos!”
“Shsh.. It’s okay. It’s just a thunderstorm. It will pass soon. Don’t worry, cariño.”
The Spaniard tried to reassure him, also with taking him closer into his arms again, but Carlos hadn’t made it to successfully hide his own concern when he had told him so.
Lando trusted his former teammate and normally the Spaniard was always right, but this time he sadly wasn’t, because it only became worse and worse with every minute passing by.
It was also already too dangerous for the kind stewardess from before to check on them any more, since also she had to stay buckled up in her own seat in the front part of the jet, but the pilot was talking to them. He told them that he was sorry for the turbulence and hoped that they will be over soon. He told his passenger to stay calm and hold on.
Lando tried to do so as good as he could, even though he was already all shaking in Carlos’ tight grip around his upper body. And just when he had thought that the storm outside had become better, another big impact hit them and the entire jet was once again shaking, moving uncontrolled up and down and the lights finally went off completely.
Tears instantly began to well up in Lando’s eyes in fear of death and he cried out with his heart already pounding inside his throat
“Carlos, I’m so scared.”
“It’s okay. Everything will be good, I promise you. You will see, cariño.”
The Spaniard tried to calm down his former teammate’s tensed nerves and also with kissing the top of his head in protection, but Lando was already too far gone, also because already in the next moment another lightning lighted up the now actually completely dark jet.
Before he had pressed closed his eyes with expecting another impact because of the storm, Lando had been able to make out his friends sitting opposite them for one brief moment in the light of the lightning.
Their faces were mirroring Lando’s own, the fear was written in their features, but even though the boy was that horrified, he still hadn’t missed the fact that the two of them had moved way closer to each other and also that Charles had hooked his arm underneath Max’s in fear and searching for comfort as well just like Lando did by Carlos.
As gently as he could in a situation like this and with his hand being all sweaty and shaky, Carlos guided Lando’s head to rest by the curve of his neck so he won’t be able to see the lightning any more.
But to be able to feel the Spaniard’s fast pulsing spot by his neck, sadly didn’t make it any more bearable for Lando. Actually the contrary, because when even his Carlos was horrified now, where will this situation lead to?
Lando really thought that the end was coming for them, when they could suddenly feel the plane falling, before the pilot had somehow managed it to get the jet under control again.
This time not only Lando, but also Charles had cried out in sheer horror and even though Carlos and also Max had tried to keep it still together until now, also this had been too much for them to handle any more.
When then also the oxygen masks fell from the ceiling, also the first tear finally fell down to Lando’s chin, because he didn’t want to die today.
Things like their drinks and snacks, but also their belongings like their phones, Charles’ headphones, their carry-on baggage were literally flying through the jet, getting thrown from one side to the other when the jet began to shake once again. Carlos had even saved Lando once from one of those flying items.
Unable to pull on the oxygen mask himself or to just form a straight thought in this exceptional situation, Carlos helped the younger one to take on the mask, making even sure that it did sit properly, before he even took on his own. Even now, in a situation like this, the Spaniard was taking care of him. Even right now, Lando still came first for Carlos.
And since they weren’t able to talk to each other any more now with those masks on, the Spaniard also still tried to show him with his hands and expression to stay calm and hold on.
Lando only realized that Carlos had taken his hand, when he squeezed it firmly in comfort, but the boy only managed to clench his fingers painfully in return and hold onto his arm like a baby monkey and hope, pray that today won’t be their all last day here on earth.
Never had Lando felt such a fear of death in his life before. Not by any of his crashes before, also not at the one he had in Spa last year. Nothing was compared to how he felt right now, how horrified he was.
And like the situation wasn’t already bad enough, they could suddenly feel the plane losing on height again. They were falling and falling, but this time they didn’t stop any more from probably meeting the ground soon.
The awful feeling of constantly sinking in free fall caused Lando to get pressed back into his seat and also caused that already present sickness deep inside his stomach to only grow even more.
The boy had never been a fan of roller coasters, but even though he had also never experienced that feeling, he was sure that it was actually nothing compared to what they had to get through here now.
Suddenly, he could feel the seat belt pressing into his chest the next moment, the sudden change almost caused him to throw up since he felt like his organs had moved up his throat, while he heard the panicked voice of their pilot yelling something into the radio in the distance.
After another big jostle, Lando and Carlos got separated and it only caused the boy to freak out even more with not having his best friend by his side any more and getting with him through this together. Or maybe even dying with him together.
For one brief moment, Lando cursed himself and also regraded it that he had never told Carlos the way he was actually really feeling about him. That he had those deep feelings for him since they had met at the MTC already so many years ago.
He should have told him so, he really should have. At least Carlos would have known so that the boy loved him dearly with everything he had, when they already had to die at such a young age.
But before the younger one could call out the Spaniard’s name in terror, Carlos was suddenly right next his side again and pulled him into the safety of his arms like he could also protect him so from what was coming, from their faith.
At least he will be able to die in the arms of the man he loved. That thought somehow calmed Lando, even in this situation and it also made it easier for him to accept that their lives will end soon, even though he still hoped that it won’t hurt too much.
Lando only managed to whimper, not being able to even scream any more, when he could suddenly feel the jet losing on height again. The longer they were falling, the more he began to feel dizzy, even with the oxygen mask still on.
Also his vision became blurry, why he finally pressed closed his eyes again and buried his face into Carlos’ side, even though he would have loved to look at the love of his life for one last time. He wanted Carlos to be the last thing he was allowed to admire before he will leave this world.
But it wasn’t possible any more, because already in the next moment, everything fades to black and Lando was also only able to hear the noises of their plan falling through the sky and soon hitting the ground and also his friend’s screams in fear of death in the distance any more, before also those noises finally fell completely blank.
The next time Lando came back to his senses, came back to live or more precise he woke up on the other side, since he was sure about that he had already died, he was thankful about that was finally over.
He couldn’t feel the jet shaking around him any more and falling unstoppable deeper and deeper. Everything had gone from darkness to brightness he couldn’t compensate just yet, but at least it was better than the scary darkness. The boy also wasn’t able to make out any noises, it was all so calm, almost peaceful at this place, wherever he was now.
But the longer he was here, the more Lando felt like he had actually never left the world he knew in the first place. Even though the world around him didn’t spin any more and also that feeling of falling deep inside his guts was gone, Lando was able to make out another kind of discomfort now and he really couldn’t decide which one was worse.
Because he was actually in pain. His entire body did hurt, especially his head and his right ankle did hurt like hell, but also something at his side and also in his face did burn almost unbearable. He could suddenly also feel himself getting pressed into his seat again, but the feeling of falling was thankfully still missing.
Maybe they were finally winning on height again. Maybe the pilot had managed to get the jet under control again. Maybe they had made it through the storm and were finally on their way back home now. But why was he in such pain then?
Slowly but sure also the boy’s ability to see and hear came back, but it all still felt like a fever dream. All the way, Lando wasn’t back to his senses yet. Still completely dazed, he could finally make out Carlos’ voice in the distance talking to someone.
Only after he had blinked a few times, he was able to see the Spaniard leaning over Charles, who was suddenly sitting next to him where actually Carlos himself had been sitting before Lando had passed out.
The boy watched in his fever dream how Carlos checked on his teammate, how he cupped his face and even slightly slapped it to bring him back to his senses. But even though Charles finally managed to look back at the older one, he was still unable to answer his questions with being in shock.
But Carlos was obviously already relieved to see that Charles was still breathing, before he got his entire focus over to Lando. With relief, the Spaniard noticed that the boy had already woken up on his own.
“Lando! Thank God, you are fully conscious again. How are you feeling? Are you in pain? Do you feel your arms and legs?”
Just like Charles, also the young Brit was unable to form any words just yet with still trying to process what had happened and what was still going on. But just like he had felt by his teammate, Carlos still seemed to be happy for now about that they were all still breathing at least. Even though Lando was also able to make out an ugly, deep bleeding wound on the older one’s cheek.
Max seemed to be in the same condition as Carlos, feeling obviously better than Charles and he did, when the Spaniard talked to his former teammate about that they needed to get the hell out of here as quickly as possible.
Lando asked himself what the Spaniard could mean with that, because they simply couldn’t get out of a plane kilometres up in the air so easily. And besides, Lando preferred it to stay here like that with Carlos caressing reassuring through his curls that way.
But also Max looked concerned about something Lando didn’t know about yet. Hell, he actually didn’t even know where they exactly were. He could only tell that they were obviously still inside the jet, since he could recognize a few things again.
But when he looked up at where those oxygen masks had hung down before, Lando could suddenly make out the sky or more precise those still present thick, dark thunderclouds above their heads and also the leaves of some gigantic palm trees.
They weren’t flying any more. They weren’t on their way back home. They had obviously landed or, more precise, they had obviously crashed somewhere tropic.
The boy was still unable to understand what exactly was going on here, his head did also hurt and spin way too much to form just one clear thought anyway. All he was able to do was observing the happenings.
Looking right back up at Carlos, into his concerned, panicked eyes. Over to where Charles was sitting right next to him and Max leaning over him, one hand underneath the Monégasque’s chin to eye him and his state closely and one squeezing soothingly his hand.
“Lando, do you hear me? You need to stand up now, okay? I will help you.”
Carlos’ voice suddenly drew the boy’s attention back to him again. Like the Spaniard had already warned him, he tried to help his friend standing up which was way more difficult than Lando had first expected it to be, since his entire body did hurt.
He couldn’t put any weight on his right feet and also because the jet or wherever they where wasn’t straight. Instead hanging askew and somehow swaying slowly from one side to the other, which made it even more difficult for Lando to stand still, since he already felt dizzy anyway.
Luckily, Carlos was supporting him with his arm around his waist, bringing him closer to what seemed like to be the edge of a half plane. The private jet had obviously shattered in the middle, when they had crashed. Where once had been the front part of the plane was now a massive hole, revealing the area where they had crashed.
The part they had been sitting in was somehow hanging in the trees, while the front part of the plane was laying a few metres away, Lando could make out so from where he was standing still a little away from the edge. If Lando wouldn’t know it, he would have never believed that this big pile of aluminium debris right over there had been a part of a plane once.
The boy felt like he was right in one of these survival movies he had actually never enjoyed to watch, while his still woozy brain tried to realize that this wasn’t just a movie or him being still asleep. This was the reality. They had survived a plane crash and were now somewhere in nowhere.
While he had been looking around himself, Lando had been careless for one moment and had put his entire body weight on his hurt ankle unintentionally. The sharp pain rushing through his body let him cry out and he would have collapsed, if Carlos hadn't held him with such a firm grip.
“We have almost made it. Just hold on for some more, cariño. We are almost there.”
Carlos reassured, but Lando could barely walk any more. Max and Charles were right behind them, when they finally reached the edge. The Spaniard was aware about that his younger friend was afraid of heights, but it was their only way to escape out of the wreck.
“Max, can you help Lando.”
Carlos ordered the younger one and after he had made sure Charles was alright so far with leaning against the wall of the plane that was still intact next to him, Max did support Lando now so he won’t fall over.
With still half lidded eyes and feeling woozy, the young Brit watched how Carlos made his way down from the part of the plane hanging in the trees. It were probably only two, maximum three metres and it actually also looked pretty easy watching Carlos climbing down his way from up here, but for Lando, especially in the state he was in, it was simply impossible to do so as well.
“Jump, Lando! I will catch you!” Carlos commented from where he was standing right underneath the wreck and looked up at them. But Lando couldn’t. He just couldn’t and the Spaniard was aware about it.
“I know you are afraid of heights, cariño, but I also know you can do this. You just have to let yourself fall. I will catch you, I promise!”
“C’mon, Lando. You can trust Carlos. If he says he will catch you, he will manage to do so.”
Max tried to encourage and since Lando felt more and more unwell looking over the edge with every moment passing by, he finally nodded confirming his head. Max helped him to get even closer until he only had to make one final step into the void himself.
“You are doing so well, cariño. Now you only need to jump any more, but watch out for the sharp edges.”
It needed every strength Lando had still left in his already so weak body to jump over his own shadow and rebel against what his instincts were trying to warn him for, were trying to prevent him from doing. The boy took one more deep breath through, before he also closed his eyes and finally made that needed step forward.
Lando could feel himself falling, but never hitting the ground, because he was landing save in his best friend’s arms. But he still only dared to open his eyes again, when he could hear Carlos’ breathless voice whispering down to him
“I have got you, cariño. I have got you. You are safe.”
To hear his voice, to also be able to look right into those already so familiar and calming eyes of his best friend and to even see that little hint of a smile in relief playing on his lips for one last time, because Carlos had caught him safe in his arms like he had promised and also about the fact that the boy obviously really trusted him that much, was everything Lando had wished to experience one last time before he will leave.
Because he could already feel himself slowly but sure passing out again in the Spaniard’s arms.
“No, cariño. You have to stay awake! No, no, no. Stay with me, Lando! Hey, look at me, cariño. Look at me, c’mon. Stay with me, please!”
Carlos begged desperately, he even shook him lightly in his arms to make him stay conscious, but it was already too late. Lando knew he was in the best possible hands here in Carlos’s arms and with that knowledge, he could finally fall peacefully asleep. He did so even with a smile on his lips.