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“Fuckin’ hell, Lando, can you please just drop it?”
Lando put his hands up in mock surrender, laughing to himself. “Christ, fine. If you're not packing then you could just say that."
Oscar froze.
Unintentionally so, embarrassingly so. But he froze nonetheless, feeling his cheeks go red against his own will. He had no idea what the fuck to say to that. Oscar knew that realistically, there was no way Lando actually knew his size. He was messing around. He had to be.
Oscar tried to laugh to save face. He tried so hard to get himself to. But he could only feel himself going redder, his heart suddenly pounding hard in his chest, words completely lost on him. And, god, Lando was just staring at him. Eyebrows slightly furrowed, like he was trying to figure out what was going through Oscar's head, before a smirk started to curl onto his lips.
"Osc," he began slowly, measured. "Is that what this is about?"