Team orders- autistic Oscar Piastri, ADHD Lando Norris

13: feeling better

Oscar's POV:

The hour was up before I realised but Kasper let me finish up the conversation before we logged off. Just even being allowed those extra few minutes made a bigger difference than I thought it would, but when I was done, I got in the shower and started prepping my dinner. It would only take a couple minutes. Earlier that had felt impossible, now it felt a bit easier.

Things certainly weren't back to normal and a lot of what Kasper and I had talked about was very firmly stuck in my head, running around in there, making me really think about things I'd ignored for so long. But things were a bit better. I felt a bit less horrible for being a person I didn't really understand.

I built up the courage to message Logan too. I apologised for not messaging him back. He asked if I was okay. We decided to call instead. We talked about it, about my psychology session, about the the weekend. About his job, about my job. Just lying there awake in bed, the pitch black hiding everything and my phone on it's lowest brightness.. It was a bit like being on the call with Kasper. No worries about what I looked like or what his face might be saying. Just our voices.

And I apologised a bunch. He said not to. He said he understood. He said that I was always different from some of his other friends and he didn't mind. His dad used to joke about how being weird came with being a racing driver. Like when we were at prema together and I cared more about his results than mine far too many times. Or when I totally freaked out over new Alpine clothing feeling weird. And he talked about how he wasn't sure what he wanted to do next year. How he was still working out his options, but that no matter what he wanted to stay friends.

"Even if I'm more different, like I freak out about things more or follow whatever racing series your in so closely I might as well be a spy?"

"Especially if you do that!" He laughed and things instantly felt a billion times better.

Lando's POV:

"I'm flying in tomorrow evening with the team this time."

"Okay. When have you got to leave?"

"I've got training first, so early."

"I'll make sure you're up at 7?"

"It's fine, I can set an alarm."

"That doesn't mean you'll wake up and we both know it. It's nothing, I'll just make sure you're up. I've got a meeting early in the morning so I'll be awake regardless."

"Thanks Max."

"You're welcome and also don't stress all night about what you're going to say to Oscar."

"I won't!"

"You will!" He said, laughing as he left my room, leaving my door open behind him.

"Oi! You left my door open!"

"Your legs still work, use them!" He called out, still laughing to himself. With a sigh, I got up from my desk, closed my door and realised Max was right, I would spend all night stressing about what to say to Oscar tomorrow. We hadn't talked, just the two of us since I congratulated him after getting out my car on Sunday.

I wanted to clear the air. I wanted to say sorry for not doing it sooner. I wanted to make sure he didn't hate me. We had a whole day at MTC and us both getting the evening plane with the team, there was no way we wouldn't find ourselves alone for a few minutes at some point and I really didn't want to mess it up. It took two episodes of one of my favourite podcasts to fall asleep. All in, I consider that a good night.

A/n Hey! I know it's just a short one but there's some longer ones coming I promise! Hope you all enjoyed, thanks for reading!