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There is something about the scent they produce that makes Carlos stop in his tracks. He has always adored Lando’s scent when the omega is happy, but the way it’s in combination with two others, in complete balance and pure happiness that seems to hit him in the face.
It’s so much that he stands in the doorway momentarily, taking in how Lando’s finding a comfortable position with Max and Oscar.
Carlos doesn’t miss how Oscar still stands awkwardly on the outside of it all. He doubts that the youngest omega has entirely found his place. It always takes a while, but Mclaren’s performance so far hasn’t been stellar and that must’ve made it harder for Oscar to relax. Not that Carlos can truly say what it is, he doesn’t know what it is to be a young omega in a new pack nor is he that close to Oscar, but he never forgets what Lando had told him about that period.
As he stays there, leaning against the doorpost, he notices how Lando slowly pulls closer to Max. How his mate scents the Dutch omega subtly, how Lando’s eyes sometimes linger on Oscar when the youngest hasn’t said something in a while, and how Lando does acknowledge him but doesn’t stop his current actions for his alpha.
All that is more than fine with Carlos. His own qualification wasn’t anything to write home about and he doesn’t want to bring down the good mood while they build their nest. He’s more than happy to watch his mate enjoy himself.
Lando glows when he feels like he has done good. There have been many times that Carlos has wanted to tell him that he has been doing good, great even, that there is so much more he can be proud of than what he lets himself have. Yet, Carlos knows that this is Lando’s own journey. Carlos still says it when he’s proud of Lando, and makes sure to point out all the things that went well when Lando’s a little too focused on the negative things, but he also remembers to give Lando the room to figure it all out. He has learned over time to trust that Lando knows to find him if he feels it necessary.
The nest must be done because he can see how Max itches closer to pulling Lando down into the nest. Lando takes the initiative however, and Carlos doesn’t miss the way it makes Max smile as they lay down, together with Oscar, and talk about some stuff that got asked in their post-race interview.
He doesn’t know how long he stays there, but he startles when a throat clears behind him. It’s Charles, the beta not too impressed with him.
“Are you going to stand there forever? Because I’d like to join my mate.”
Carlos opens his mouth, closes it (he pretends he doesn’t hear Lando snort), and then sighs, deciding to just step aside and let Charles through to cuddle up next to Max.
He looks at the image for a bit, until he sees that Lando stands up. His eyes never leave Lando’s form as he approaches, and he can’t help but breathe in deeply when they’re only a few centimeters apart.
“Will you join me now? You are nice a s a view but nicer to lay with.”
“Always, Lando, I will join you always.”