*^ Landoscar one shots ^*

^* 5 Times lando cried +1 time oscar comforted him *^

Oscar had also learned that lando acted like he was the best to hide what was really under him.

The stress, built up anger, sadness all hidden by several smiles and fake faces.

It was almost like lando was programmed to do that. To just hide it all and only show he was happy.

The worst part of it all, when lando did let it out, like he did in Bahrain, he didn't let anyone help.

In Australia, they didn't get far either. It wasn't much different from Bahrain except they were actually in the points.

But still, lando wasn't happy with himself because the Brit knew he could do so much fucking better and he was kicking himself for it.

So here he was in the debrief, Oscar staring at him from across the table, hands in his lap and face straight as he looked at lando. The Brit had his arms on the table, acting like a cushion for his head. Now and again lando would say something when he was asked. But never much.

Oscar mostly answered the questions aimed at them just to save lando the trouble of having to answer them. He liked doing the little things lando probably wouldn't notice.

It makes him feel like he can actually do something for lando without having the Brit push him away politely.

He followed lando from the debrief, well, not really.

He thought lando might be a bit better after the debrief but he was wrong.

As he was collecting his stuff from his room, a bit crash and then a loud string of 'fuck, shit' came from Landos room.

And Oscar had to go see if he was ok, obviously.

He knocked gently on Landos door and was about to reach for the handle until lando appeared, his cheeks clearly tear stained and his nose red.

His orange McLaren polo was also, bloody at the bottom and he was hiding his hand behind the door.

"Are you ok?" Oscar said swiftly, looking down at the blood on Landos shirt.

"Oh, I'm fine, I just tripped over and I cut my hand..that's all," lando smiled, fake as ever. Like those PR ones lando always did.

Oscar gave him a look that said yeah your not fooling me.

Lando sighed and pulled his hand out from a round the door, Oscar gasped to see the blood gushing from his hand.

"It's fine! Oscar I promise, I really just tripped I can do it myself," lando muttered, dabbing a paper towel on it.

"No- lando you have to-"

"I don't have to do anything, Oscar." Lando said, it came out snapped and he didn't mean it to come out like that.

"Just go Oscar, I don't need your help," he muttered, slamming his door in Oscar's face.

Oscar sighed and slowly walked back to his own room. Just like he did in Bahrain.

3

Miami was like a fucking shit show for them, like honestly, the only thing lando and Oscar were battling for is at most 17TH place. And they were sure someone else DNF'd so, basically last.

So here he was again, his head leaning back while he pulled his knees to his chest while he stared at the plain white blank walls of his drivers room.

He sighed as he picked at the now chipping paint. The brown under layer of it starting to show through. Jon then came in, "come on kid, don't be so down, time for debrief," he smiled at the Brit weakly.