Soft Launch - Lando NorrisXLogan Sargeant-Fanfiction F1

too quiet

The days back in Monaco were quiet, too quiet for Lando’s liking. Logan was there, physically at least, but his head was somewhere far away, lost in the mess his life had become. Most days, Logan would sit on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone or staring out at the view of the harbor. He barely touched the PlayStation, ignored his running shoes gathering dust by the door, and flinched whenever Lando’s phone buzzed with yet another call from one of the drivers.

Lando had started answering those calls for him.

“Hey, Charles,” Lando said one evening, phone pressed to his ear as he stepped out onto the balcony. Inside, Logan hadn’t even glanced up from where he was curled on the couch.

“How is he?” Charles asked, his voice soft with concern.

“He’s… he’s hanging in there,” Lando replied, leaning against the railing. “But he’s avoiding everyone. I don’t think he’s ready to talk yet.”

There was a pause before Charles spoke again. “Tell him we’re here for him. All of us. No matter how long it takes.”

Lando nodded, though he knew Logan wouldn’t see it. “I’ll let him know.”

He ended the call and walked back inside, watching Logan out of the corner of his eye. He hated seeing him like this—like a ghost of himself, untethered and lost. Logan was usually the sunshine in any room, bright and full of energy. Now, he barely spoke more than a few words at a time.

Lando sank onto the couch next to him, pulling Logan’s legs across his lap. “Charles says hi,” he offered, rubbing slow circles on Logan’s shin.

Logan gave a half-hearted hum, not meeting his eyes.

Lando hated this.

At night, when they were lying in bed, Logan would curl into him, as if trying to find something solid to hold onto. And Lando would run his fingers through Logan’s hair, whispering soft reassurances that he wasn’t sure Logan even heard.

But it was in those quiet hours, when Logan was finally asleep and Lando was left alone with his thoughts, that the weight of it all really sank in.

In a few days, he’d have to leave for the next race.

The idea of leaving Logan alone in Monaco made Lando’s stomach twist. He couldn’t stand the thought of Logan sitting in the flat by himself, with nothing but his own spiraling thoughts to keep him company. What if Logan needed him? What if things got worse and he wasn’t there to help?

Lando stared at the ceiling, the faint glow of the city lights outside casting shadows across the room. Logan’s breathing was steady against his chest, his face pressed into Lando’s shirt.

“I’ll figure something out,” Lando whispered, more to himself than to Logan. “I’m not leaving you alone. Not like this.”

But how? He couldn’t skip the race—it wasn’t an option. And dragging Logan along, when he clearly wasn’t ready to face the world, felt unfair.

Lando sighed, his hand still moving gently through Logan’s hair. “Why does everything have to be so bloody complicated?”

He pressed a kiss to the top of Logan’s head, letting the warmth of the moment anchor him. For now, Logan was here, safe in his arms, and that was all that mattered.

Tomorrow, he’d figure out the rest.

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The idea came from Charles, surprisingly enough. He had called Lando the next evening, his usual soft, careful tone mixed with a hint of uncertainty.