Sensory overload over slime- Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris

Sensory overload

Lando's POV:

Oscar had done the outro like he offered and the thumbnail didn't take as long as it usually did. But maybe that's because Jon was lurking behind the PR team the whole time and kept asking when they'd be done. It was then I remembered I had no training I'd missed or warm up or anything. Evidently, someone had told Jon that I wasn't happy in the video recording so he'd come up to check on me. I was glad he had because he walked me calmly to my drivers room and I needed that. My sensory overload was setting in big time and I just wanted everything to stop.

I've noticed how they done it before, mostly because they're not as sneaky as they try to be. We did an interview not long after Oscar first got diagnosed. It was kept pretty quiet, but core members of the team knew. I guess we got kind of lucky that one of those members happened to be watching the interview that day because Oscar got asked some questions that made him really tense up.

Normally interviews with the both of us are fun, we bounce of each other but Oscar keeps it calm and I keep it entertaining. But the interviewer had repeatedly asked about Oscar 'stealing' Daniel's seat and even though it had been years ago and both of us had shut it down, he kept asking.

"You've asked that already," Oscar said, readjusting the microphone in his hand and putting the other hand in his pocket as he started to stim with it.

"Let's move on," I suggested, looking at one of our PR team behind the camera, hoping they wouldn't let it go on much longer.

I got asked about my first win again, what that felt like. And then he asked Oscar about his first win, in the worst way possible. "Of course, Hungary should have been your second win Lando but Oscar took it from you."

"He didn't take it," I interrupted Oscar but I didn't care for once, "he deserved the win. The team messed up some strategy decisions but ultimately Oscar had been the better racer that day, he deserved the win."

The interviewer went to bite back at which point one of our PR team stepped in and whisked us away, sending us back to the team hospitality. Kim met us as we walked in and held headphones and a sensory toy out for Oscar.

It made a massive difference and the three of us sat in Oscar's drivers room for a bit, just chilling. We didn't talk, Oscar couldn't talk really but he played with the sensory toy, eyes closed, listening to music on his headphones. I just sat next to him, watching stuff on my phone. Kim sat in the corner of the room, working on his laptop. I realised that normally Kim would have been working in his office so someone must have told him about Oscar. I didn't mind it and this time: as Jon guided me to my own driver's room, I was glad we had some support.

I put my sunglasses on as soon as I got there. "You don't have to wear them, we can just turn the light off?" Jon suggested and I nodded, slipping the glasses off as he flipped the switch. "Want me to stay?"

"No thanks."

"Okay. Music?"

"No."

"Need anything?"

"Water."

"Got it." He said simply, handing me my water bottle and left the room. I bit on the straw more than I drank from it and knew there was an easy fix in a small plastic bag in my backpack but I needed things to just stay still for a minute.

20 minutes later there was a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" Oscar.

"Mhm." I hummed, preparing for the light in the hallway to come through by putting my sunglasses on.

"Hey sorry about the light, I just wondered if you wanted your slime."

I shook my head, "you can keep it."

"Oh I don't really want it. I mean I'm keeping mine," he held up the orange slime stuffed into a Tupperware, "but your's honestly feels horrible with all that glitter."

I laughed a little and took my own tub of slime from him. "And it looks like a unicorn poo." I remarked.

"Thanks Oscar," I said.

"You're welcome. Do you want some alone time or can I come sit with you?"

"You can come sit." I replied, eyes squinting behind my sunglasses because it was still too bright. But I saw him smile and he closed the door behind him.

"Ow!"

"Sorry," he said, laughing, "I can't see, the lights are off, what did I even hit."

"My shin mate!"

"Oh well sorry, but I literally can't see." I felt him sit down next to me, dragging my shins out the way this time.

"Good, stupid flash cameras anyway."

"Agreed," he said simply, sighing. 

A/n Thanks for reading, all important info in the a/n of the first part.