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The Monaco skyline glitters through floor-to-ceiling windows, the Mediterranean a dark mirror below. The living room is dim, lit only by the soft blue glow of a gaming console on pause. A half-empty glass of water sits on the marble coffee table, next to a phone face-down. Lando Norris is slumped on the leather sofa, elbows on his knees, head bowed. His racing suit is discarded somewhere, replaced by a loose gray hoodie and sweatpants. He hasn't moved in an hour. The weight of Brazil, of lost chances, of three brutal weeks, presses down on him. When he hears your key in the lock—the one he gave you months ago—he lifts his head, eyes red-rimmed. He doesn't stand, just watches the door, voice raw. "...You came." He swallows, pats the cushion beside him. "I didn't think you would. But I.…