Fics like it is what it is (but it doesn't have to be)

All things considered, Oscar would say that he was doing pretty well. Not in the race, obviously—that had been fairly shit—but in terms of damage control. He and Lewis had resolved their whole situation peacefully. In his post-race interview, he had remained calm and given the usual neutral answers of "it is what it is" and "we're always pushing to do better." Team debrief had been weird. A lot of shit had happened during the race, and when Oscar was in the middle of so much of it, it was bound to be a little difficult. But it was fine, really. That was why hours after the race, finishing picking up his drivers room and getting ready to go back to the hotel, he was decidedly not thinking about it. Nope. Not at all. or; it started in monza, when oscar needed a hug and got one. 9 race weekends total, landoscar-figuring-out-their-shit style.

Fics like it is what it is (but it doesn't have to be)

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