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Lando thinks Carlos and him have wandered every terminal in their attempts to not go stir crazy. The world outside all of the walls of windows is still white, like they're inside a snow globe being shaken by a toddler.
The clickity-clack of their luggage wheels passing over the cracks in the paving tiles reminds Lando of a train. If only there was one to take them to Europe.
He turns to look at Carlos. He has had a coffee in his hand for almost their entire venture so far, but must have tossed it in a bin while Lando wasn't paying attention on this walk.
"I am debating between more caffeine or a cat nap," Lando says, accidentally punctuating it with a yawn he hurries to shield with a hand.
Carlos nods, unblinking.
Lando's eyes widen as he finishes his yawn. "Wait, can I even? Like what if I miss an announcement?"
"I can be awake for any news. I have drank so many coffees," Carlos says, turning as if he is looking for where Lando will nap. "I will be watching your things."
Lando is surprised, he's only met Carlos like eight hours ago after all, but a nap just sounds so good and he really is so sweet and comfortable to be around. "Okay."
"Over here, dai." Carlos begins to lead him down a path past a Peet's Coffee, the ceiling of it vaulted in glass fractures, Christmas baubles hung from each corner where the glass meets like minerals crystalizing. It creates a tunnel like effect, the shadows of the snow above them flickering across the floor and between the baubles.
Carlos is walking quickly, stride carrying him ahead of Lando if he doesn't make an effort to keep up. Lando's backpack is bouncing against the small of his back, contents clacking together inside occasionally. Lando looks at his feet to avoid a small coffee spill on the ground, which is why when Carlos stops on a dime, Lando runs into him.
"Cahlos."
One of Carlos's hands shoot out to grab Lando's arm to stabilize him, but when Lando looks up Carlos isn't looking at him. He's let go of his suitcase, stood beside him with the handle still extended. His eyes are focused above them.
Lando looks up up. And hanging from the fracturing, angled glass above them is mistletoe, hung from dozens of corners in the fractures, gently twirling in the air as travelers pass through and disturb the air around them.
No one is paying attention, too busy getting to their destinations. Lando turns his head, but not a single person is looking at them stopped in the middle of the terminal. Carlos's hand is still on Lando's arm, grip tight. Secure.
Lando lets go of his own suitcase, left to be a voyeur beside Carlos's. The motion finally draws Carlos's eyes down from the art above them. As his eyes meet Lando's, the Brit reaches to pull Carlos to him by the front of his sweater, a little tug to make him take a step closer.
Carlos smiles, closed mouthed but big, crinkles appearing beside his eyes. Lando knows he is smiling back as Carlos slips a hand around Lando's waist, between his bag and the small of his back. Lando reaches and hooks Carlos around the back of his neck, his skin warm under his palm. When their lips meet, Carlos's taste like coffee.