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Lando was extremely aware that he didn’t know everything about Oscar, no one knows everything about everyone, despite what they think.
Not only had Lando and Oscar not known each other for more than 3 years but Oscar’s secretive and quiet personality did not help with getting to know him.
Lando and Oscar always had an unspoken agreement, that they would talk out whatever problems they had with each other. Whether it was a problem with a race or a comment that was said during a pr video it would always be discussed.
Not only had Oscar been ignoring Lando on track but when Lando would send him a short text, about racing or not, it would always go unread.
Ever since Baku Oscar had been basically ghosting Lando other than the times they would have to talk for media.
It was so painfully obvious, watching Oscar pack in whatever thoughts he had about the race results he was getting.
Not only did he have his first DNF of the season in Baku, but he had the collision with Lando in Singapore, then the double sprint DNF in Cota, the most recent incident being his penalty in Brazil.
Since they had time after media day for Vegas Lando made up his mind that he would speak to Oscar, thinking that confronting him before the race would be better than after, taking into consideration how tired they would both be afterwards.
The day came and went with Lando having an increasing list of things he would ask Oscar as he watched him mope through his media duties.
On the break they had for lunch Lando scrolled through his phone and saw a video or two about Oscar blowing off questions about Lando.
After waiting all day, the drivers made their way to their respective rooms within the paddock. Lando placed his phone on the charger and anxiously waited till he heard Oscar settling in his room.
Once he noticed the shuffling inside the room next to him, he then reluctantly got up from his chair and walked out of his room to Oscar's door. He hesitated to knock on the door, suspecting that Oscar would not be doing anything he would need to be hidden, Lando reached for the door handle and opened it, quickly walking in and shutting it behind him.
Oscar looked worse than he thought he would. It wasn't terrible but his hair was a mess and his hands were fidgeting, moving from gripping the sides of his shorts to the nothingness of the air.
Oscar quickly turned to look at Lando and he had an angered look in his eyes, “What are you doing in my room?”
He had spoken without moving from where he had been standing. Before Oscar could make anymore comments Lando quickly rushed to the words he had been longing to say for weeks.
“What’s your problem with me?”
Oscar scoffed, moving away from Lando, backwards into his driver's room.
“You think I would talk to you like always. Lando, you are taking my lead, why should I be calm about that?” “Maybe because that’s how this sport works, we aren’t the first teammates to fight for a championship.”
Lando was quick to respond despite his surprise to Oscar’s anger.
Oscar's breath started to pick up due to the adrenaline of their growing fight. “You think I don’t know that?! Did you come here to indirectly call me an absolute idiot?”
“I came here to ask why you are ignoring me. We can’t perform like teammates if you act like you hate me.”
Oscar shook his head, as if to disagree with Lando.
“I gave you your answer, directly and indirectly, but maybe you can't read a room.”
Lando took a step towards Oscar.
“I want the whole story, I can tell you are lying to me.”
The shake of Oscar’s hands started to increase, as if aching to grab hold of something.
“Lando, I want you to get out.”
“Im not leaving till we fix this.”
Lando, attempting to end their argument before it escalated, although it seemed it was going the opposite direction.
The overhead light started to gain a wavering flicker, and Oscar’s expression gained a worried look.
“I said get out! This is my room, you can't just walk in!”
“You are my teammate, I have at least some right!”
The mirror secured to the side of the wall started to rattle, the new sound as well as the light’s wavering color went unnoticed to Lando, his anger overpowering his senses.
Oscar grew increasingly worried as Lando continued to insist Oscar confess to whatever he was hiding from him.
“Lando, please just get out!”
“I’m not leav-”
Lando was cut off by a short shriek let out by Oscar, followed by the crack of the mirror and break of the lightbulb used to power the overhead light.
Lando snapped out of his angered state and was now more aware of the situation at hand.
Oscar, now backed against the wall, slowly sliding down it with his hands over his mouth.
Lando was wide eyed as well as extremely confused. He quickly glanced around the room, having no clue how the break of both objects could have been caused.
Oscar dropped fully down from laying against the wall to sitting on the floor and now had his head against his knees, hiding his face. The sound of his sobs echoed through the room, concerning Lando, causing him to rush down next to Oscar, sitting next to him on the chilled floor.
Lando slowly reached his hands out to pick up Oscar's head from his knees. This also revealed his hands, his right palm, now dripping with blood.
Quickly, trying not to gasp, Lando brought Oscar to the sink at the side of the room to wash his wound. Questions about the past 2 minutes ran through his mind, none he spoke of, not wanting to further upset Oscar.
After cleaning Oscar's wound and wrapping a bandage around his hand he tried to speak to him. Before he could come up with a pointless question Oscar spoke up with a quiet and worn out voice.
“If you want to figure out what happened you should talk to Mark.” Lando, confused, went to ask why but was stopped by Oscar's voice continuing. “And not on the phone, he has to tell you face to face. When you see him, tell him everything, starting from Baku. Tell him I gave you permission to ask. If you talk about what happened today then he’ll take your word for it. He won’t go over it all, come to me if you have something to ask.”
As Lando processed Oscar's words he watched as Oscar stood up, approaching the door.
“Lando,” Oscar turned to him, waiting for his response. Lando quickly answered, trying not to stumble on his words, “Yes?”
“Tell anyone what happened today, other than Mark, I’m no longer your teammate.”
Before Lando could respond to Oscar’s bold statement he shut the door, leaving Lando sitting there. Lando, now on a mission to find a different Australian.