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“You’re kidding, right?” Oscar laughs, the sound sharp and bitter, “Lando, you’re fucking joking. You can’t expect me to—”
He cuts himself off with a disbelieving scoff. Oscar’s suit was half-unzipped, fireproofs visible through the gap and clinging to him with the sweat of the race, darkening at the chest and the curve of his throat. Strands of hair stuck to his forehead, flattened where the helmet had pressed down, the rest of it mussed in that careless way it always was.
His cheeks were still flushed from the heat, from the adrenaline, maybe from anger — Lando couldn’t tell which. His stomach twisted, a slow, pleasant ache.
Lando leaned back slightly, just enough to feign ease. His voice came out low, smooth.
“S’my choice, innit?” he said, shrugging one shoulder, carefully casual, “You could’ve said no.”