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“You have a specific glow about you that can only come from a dick,” Charlie says as he sits down hard beside Hampus. Hampus who chokes on his sangria.
“I’m sorry?” he splutters, trying to wipe the dribbles of red liquid off his chin.
“You heard me,” Charlie only offers. Hampus glares at him from behind his sunglasses. “Oh come on, you gotta give me this, man. I know you didn’t go out after Belgium, so that can only leave one possibility for what you were doing.”
“Only one?” Hampus asks as he walks across the deck of the boat to refill his glass from the pitcher. “What if I wanted to stay in and watch Netflix? Without sex? Am I not allowed to do that?”
“No,” Charlie shakes his head.
“No?” Hampus repeats, his eyebrows shooting so far up his forehead they’re in danger of getting lost in his hairline. “Why not?”
“Well for one you’re hot,” Charlie answers, leaning forward and starting to count his reasons off on his fingers. Hampus rolls his eyes. “For two, you’ve had this frenemies, eye-fucking-across-the-paddock thing going on with Pastrnak for, fuck, I don’t know how long it’s been at this point. Oh! And I saw you two talking after you finished media and I could feel the sexual tension between the two of you.”
“There’s no sexual tension between us,” Hampus shakes his head. He pointedly leaves the not anymore part off the sentence.
“Then where did the fucking scratch marks on your back come from?” Charlie asks point blank. Hampus mentally curses himself out for ditching his shirt two days after his… rendezvous with David and not giving the marks on his back enough time to go away.
“Water slide,” he answers, knowing full well that there is not a water slide anywhere near his yacht.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Charlie deadpans. “Dude, come on. You know you can tell me!”
“No!” Hampus exclaims, sitting back down with his now full glass. “Because your best friend is Daniel Ricciardo and what you know Daniel Ricciardo knows and what Daniel Ricciardo knows the rest of the grid also knows. You are not privy to my sex life.”
“I’ve never needed to be privy to your sex life, it’s been nonexistent up until now!”
“Who’s yacht are you on again?” Hampus asks in hopes that it’ll shut his teammate up.
“Fine, fine,” Charlie sighs and holds his hands up, leaning back. Hampus breathes a sigh of relief. “All I’m saying is that I can help you with this.”
“Help me?” Hampus’ eyebrows shoot up his forehead again. “I don’t need help but thanks for the offer.”
“Alright,” Charlie said with an air of finality in his voice. “I’m just saying.”
“I’ll be fine but thanks,” Hampus responds before taking another sip of his sangria. Charlie starts talking about something he saw in his nightly Instagram scroll but Hampus isn’t listening to him.
His mind is back in that hotel room in Belgium between David Pastrnak’s legs with his fingers buried deep in his ass. He smiles into his glass at the thought of it. He almost wishes they were racing this weekend just so he could yank him into a dark corner and kiss him until he can’t breathe.
But that is going to have to wait until they get back to work.
He’s had Charlie and Lando out on the yacht all day. Lando has been off swimming somewhere for the past hour leaving him alone in the trenches with Charlie with little to no defenses. He knows Charlie wouldn’t have brought it up if Lando were there. And suddenly he’s regretting spending his summer vacation with his teammate and one of their fellow drivers in the Bahamas.
Instagram, at least seven hours ago, had David placed in the Maldives. It probably isn’t too late to run away and join him there. He could cover his tracks, meet up with Max back in Monaco for a bit. He can check in on how his rehab is going, ask him how the fuck he’s supposed to navigate an on track relationship, the usual shooting the shit that comes with good friends when they meet up again after a while apart.
Charlie has one more chance to keep his mouth shut about David before Hampus brings the yacht back and he books a flight to Monaco and leaves him and Lando stranded. They would have it coming. Well, at least Charlie would. Lando he might take with him.
“I have no idea why you guys are staying on the boat,” Lando says as he reappears on the swim ladder. “It’s so nice in the water.”
“Hampus has been drinking like a fish so I think he’s all set for today,” Charlie fires off without hesitation.
“For your information this is only glass three over the course of like five hours,” Hampus defends himself but puts down the half full glass of sangria anyway. “And also for your information, I made the sangria. I deserve to drink what I made.”
“Whatever you say, mate,” Charlie sighs overdramatically as he makes the poor decision to stand, unguarded, right by the opening to the ladder. Hampus times it, waiting until he bends down to pick something up to shove him hard off the back of the boat.
He lands in the water with a large splash and Lando’s laugh echoes far through the cove the boat has been tucked into. He bobs back up a moment later, spluttering and wiping water and wet hair from his eyes. Hampus is tempted to run up to the helm and gun it away but he’s not that mean.
“Dick!” Charlie shouts at his back as he turns around, leaving him to get out of the water alone.
“You had that coming and you know it!” Hampus calls back. He flinches as Charlie takes his revenge, shaking off like a dog right next to him and spraying him with water. Hampus wipes the water from his cheek before saying, “Are you done now?”
“Yeah, I’m done,” Charlie sighs and towels the rest of the water off. “For now.”
Hampus rolls his eyes but doesn’t bite. He focuses on piloting the yacht out of the cove and back towards the marina. They picked a quiet spot to spend their break, surrounded only by a handful of other yachts far bigger than Hampus’.
The sun is setting as Charlie hops off to tie the boat up to the dock. Lando busies himself with grabbing the coolers and shuffling into his shoes as Hampus kills the engine. The day had been nice, overall. But he could think of a few ways it would be better.
Namely a blond driver from-
“Hampus!” Charlie’s shout bounces off the boats. He stops, Lando mirroring his movement, as they wait for Charlie to catch up to them. He’s holding his phone and grinning and Hampus has a feeling this is going to end very poorly for him. “Did you see where David is?”
“David?” Lando interjects. “Why would he care about where David is? Don’t you guys hate each other?”
Hampus pointedly ignores Lando’s question in favor of quickly glancing at Charlie’s phone.
“The Maldives, I know,” Hampus responds coolly as he continues walking.
“No, wait,” Lando insists, jogging to catch up with him. “Why do you care about where David is? Why do you know where David is?”
“Did you not tell him?” Charlie asks as he falls into step between them. “Oh, Hampus. That’s just… wow.”
“Charlie, why do you do this to me?” Hampus sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. His teammate laughs and slings an arm around his shoulder.
“It’s all out of love, man.”
“Hi, I’m still confused over here,” Lando says.
“Don’t worry about it,” Hampus addresses him. “It’s… Charlie’s just being an asshole.”
“Wow,” Charlie says, mock offended. “You know, you wound me, Hampus.”
“I’m gonna abandon you two here,” Hampus grumbles.
“What did I do!” Lando exclaims, laughing. Hampus shrugs Charlie off his shoulder and walks ahead of them. He’s definitely booking that flight back to Monaco. He’s not above leaving in the middle of the night with nothing more than a note.
Charlie drops it for the rest of the night. Dinner is quiet and uneventful. Lando slips his number to the waitress and Charlie and Hampus go back to the hotel by themselves while he nurses a drink at the bar while he waits for her shift to end.
“Hey, you know I’m just giving you shit about everything, right?” Charlie says as they walk.
“Yeah,” Hampus sighs.
“You know I really am here for you if you need to talk about anything?”
“Yeah.”
“And you know I won’t tell Danny anything if you don’t want me to?”
“Not even you can resist the Daniel Ricciardo eyes of charm,” Hampus laughs once. Charlie shrugs and nods.
“Probably,” he admits. “I’ll try though,” he’s quiet for a beat before adding, “Seriously, man. Anything you need.”
“Thanks, Charlie,” Hampus says as he pulls open the door to the lobby. “Seriously, I mean it. I’ll… I’ll ask if anything comes up.”
“Yeah,” Charlie nods, pressing the call button for the elevator. “I really am happy for you, man. If this becomes a thing.”
“Thank you,” Hampus says. He keeps his eyes fixed to the little red numbers above the door ticking further up. He spares a moment to wonder if they should have rented a house like Lando had suggested. But then he remembered that Lando himself is waiting to take a waitress back so yeah, he’s actually happy they ended up at a hotel.
“Have a good night, man,” Charlie smiles. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Actually,” Hampus sighs, pausing with his hand on the handle of his room. “Can I ask you something real quick?”
“Yeah,” Charlie nods, sticking his hands in his pockets. “What’s up?”
“I… I feel like I shouldn’t be here,” he sighs. “It feels wrong to have just fucked and ran, to put it crudely. We really didn’t talk, I guess. We ordered room service then said some really awkward ‘see you later’s and now I’m the Bahamas and he’s in the Maldives. It doesn’t… Charlie, it doesn’t feel right.”
“You want to do something about it,” Charlie says. Hampus opens his mouth to say something else but Charlie shakes his head. “No, I know you. You’re going to do something about it. Tell me.”
“Well I was planning on going back to Monaco to, I don’t know, pace myself for a day or two,” Hampus says, looking down at his feet and digging the toe of his shoe into the bad carpeting of the hallway. “Max is there. I can talk to him. He knows how to manage an on-track relationship pretty well. And he’s won some championships. He’s been right where I am.”
“Talking to Max would probably be a smart idea,” Charlie offers. “Go to Monaco, then. If that’s what you think you need to do then go ahead. I will take care of Lando and make sure he’s not drunk for the rest of the two weeks.”
Hampus smiles and nods, “Thank you, Charlie. I… yeah. I’m gonna go back to Monaco.”
Charlie reaches forward and pulls him into a hug, “Anytime, man. You know I’ve got your back. And I’ll only tell Danny a few things.”
“Fuck off,” Hampus laughs as he steps out of the hug. Charlie smiles and gently punches his arm.
“Go get your man.”
Last minute flights to Nice from the little Bahamas airport aren’t cheap. One ticket runs him a few hundred more dollars than he would have liked it to. But he’s confident that Charlie would have skinned him alive had he not pressed the purchase button.
The flight leaves early and it’s fourteen hours to London and a few more to Nice. Hampus blinks blearily at the flashing ‘BOARDING BEGINNING SOON’ words on the screen behind the desk and considers the fact that he should have just stayed in his hotel room. Yeah, Charlie would have killed him but is that really any different than spending the majority of your day flying.
It’s the promise of what’s on the other end that has him going through with it. Answers from Max, a cuddle from one of his cats, maybe some of those pancakes he made for his home race despite the fact that he wasn’t racing.
And at the end of another twelve hour flight is the real prize. He can get through an obscene amount of air travel for those blond curls and that arm full of ink. He can do that.
********
Hampus has no idea how he’s still standing upright as he knocks on Max’s door. He’s running off about four hours of sleep back in the Bahamas, another hour and a half on the plane before a snotty nosed, unsupervised toddler with the worst ‘gentle parents’ you’ve ever seen decided to practice karate moves on the back of his seat and ruin any hopes of further rest. The reaction he gets when Max opens the door is only confirmation of how rough he looks.
“Jesus,” he says. “You look half dead.”
“Nice to see you too, Max,” Hampus offers up a smile. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” Max says, shaking his head. “Sorry, yeah. Come in.”
Hampus slips through the door, toeing off his shoes and neatly placing them on the rack pressed against the wall. Max is still limping pretty hard and Hampus internally curses himself out. Max has forgiven him, and told him there’s nothing to forgive, for that rainy Belgium crash at least two hundred times. He still feels like shit, though. Yeah, they probably shouldn’t have raced in that weather but he was the one that had been racing as though they were working with dry conditions.
“I’m fine, Lindholm!” Max shouts from the kitchen. “Stop thinking!”
“Sorry,” Hampus sighs, rubbing a hand over his face as he walks in. Max presents him with a cup of coffee and there’s a cat weaving between his legs and rubbing up against his shin the second he has a foot in the door. “How have you been doing?”
“I’m fine,” Max repeats, smiling gently as he turns back towards the stove. “Really, I am. Nothing more than a dull ache at this point.”
“I’m-”
“If you apologize one more time I’m sticking your ass back on a plane for fifteen more hours.”
And that sounds like Hampus’ own personal hell.
“Now, there’s a reason you just flew all the way home from the fucking Bahamas so start talking,” Max says as he gives the bowl of pancake batter beside him one final mix before ladeling a glob onto the griddle. Within seconds the smell fills the kitchen and Hampus feels the tension leave his shoulders.
“I…” his voice trails off as he tries to find the right words. He takes a sip of coffee before beginning again, “I needed to ask you something. And it’s not something I could just say over the phone. I… I need your help, Max.”
“This sounds serious,” Max says as he angles his body to face Hampus while also paying attention to the pancakes. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything- yes,” Hampus says firmly. “I just… how do you do it?”
“Do what?” Max asks as Jimmy jumps up on the counter. He swats at the cat with his free hand, “Hey! Off, off. You have your own food.”
Jimmy just looks at him before gracefully hopping down and landing right in front of his bowl.
“You and Danny,” Hampus sighs. “How? How do you it?”
“Ah,” Max responds. He falls silent to flip the pancakes. “Well, it’s much like long distance, of course. But that’s not what you’re talking about is it?”
“No,” Hampus’ voice is barely above a whisper as he shakes his head. “I- do you need details?”
“While I am curious, I do not need them,” Max answers. “It’s up to you if you want to give them.”
Hampus has always liked Max. He smiles and nods and takes another sip of coffee before continuing, “I hooked up with David after Belgium.”
There’s a clatter as the ladle falls from Max’s hand and into the bowl. He clears his throat and fixes it before bringing the pancakes off the griddle. Hampus’ hands have started trembling around the coffee mug.
“Okay,” Max says smoothly. “I thought you two hated each other?”
“So did I,” Hampus chuckles. “I… yeah, I thought I hated him too. I don’t really know what happened.”
“Do you think it was his crash?” Max asks. “It could have made you realize..”
“No,” Hampus shakes his head and accepts the plate of pancakes Max extends to him. “It… I definitely stopped hating him before the crash. The race in Spain was the first time we sprayed champagne at each other on the podium but I think it was before even then. I don’t know. All I know, Max, is that I fucking fell for the guy that’s supposed to be ultimate rival.”
Max just smiles as he flips the second round of pancakes.
“So what do I do? I flew all the way here to beg for your help,” Hampus says, laughing almost in disbelief.
“First of all, you cannot stop love,” Max says. “As annoying as it may be, your heart wants what it wants and it has clearly decided it wants David. There’s nothing you can do about that. And before I tell you about managing a relationship, have you seen him since Belgium?”
“No,” Hampus shakes his head. “We woke up and it was awkward and then we had to do things with our teams then we both had flights out for break.”
“Where were you planning on going after you talked to me?” Max presses a little further.
“David’s in the Maldives,” Hampus says, looking down at his plate. “I was gonna go there and see if he… see if he wanted me.”
He can feel Max’s smile.
“Oh, don’t-”
“You really did fall,” he says in a teasing tone. “Hampus, that’s adorable.”
“Shut up,” he grumbles into a forkful of pancakes as if they were the ones giving him shit and not Max.
“No, it really is,” Max insists as he sits down beside him with his own plate of pancakes. “Okay, here’s what you’re going to do.”
Hampus perks up a bit.”
“You’re going to finish your pancakes and you’re going to stay in the city for a day or two and think if this is really what you want to do,” Max says. “If it is, you book the flight. But before you do, you should reach out to him. Don’t just show up unannounced.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Hampus nods. “Thank you so much, Max. Really.”
“You’re going to do what I tell you? You’re not going to just show up? You’re going to ask him first?” Max raises an eyebrow at him.
“Yes,” Hampus says, voice serious. “Yes, I will reach out to him before I go. Thank you so much. Now where is Sassy? I need to take a nap and she likes me more than Jimmy does.”
Max laughs and calls for his other cat. She comes trotting in proudly and immediately rubs up against Hampus’ legs. He scoops her up and retreats to the guest room. Sassy purrs in his arms as he lays down and he can’t help but imagine the warmth against his chest was coming from David instead of a cat.
But he can’t have everything.
Not right now at least.
He’s not sure how long he sleeps for but when he wakes up it’s light out and Sassy is long gone and Max has plugged his phone in. He groans and rubs the sleep out of his eyes before rolling over and checking the time.
His eyes almost bug out of his head when he catches sight of the date. He’s been asleep for twelve hours at the very least, the date not at all matching what it was when he knocked on the door. He pulls himself out of bed, feeling like he’s woken up on a different planet, and forces himself into the bathroom to shower off the gross feeling left over from being on the plane.
He has to shoo Sassy off his suitcase to pull out a pair of clothes and his toiletries and retreats to the bathroom. The warm shower feels nice and the tension melts from his shoulders. He feels alive again as he steps out and pulls on a pair of clean clothes.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Max chirps as he walks into the kitchen. Hampus grunts at him and accepts the mug of coffee. “How are you feeling?”
“Not alive yet,” Hampus responds into his mug.
“What about David?” Max adds. “Or are you not alive enough for that yet?”
“I haven’t reached out to him yet,” Hampus sighs. “I will when I’m alive again.”
“Sounds good,” Max laughs under his breath. “Hampus, I’m happy for you. Really. You deserve to be happy like this. It’s… yeah. It’s one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”
“Thank you, Max,” Hampus says earnestly. “I needed this. Thank you.”
“Of course,” Max smiles. “Anytime, Hampus.”
********
So. The thing is.
Hampus may have forgotten to send David a text before leaving for the airport. He’s already spent money on the flight, he’s already sitting at the gate. He’s committed to spend twelve hours on a plane.
He swears under his breath as he fishes his phone out of his pocket and tries to come up with a message that won’t make it seem like he’s running to him purely because he’s overthinking and needs validation. He stares at the blinking cursor on his screen as if we were trying to will the words to appear without needing to type or think about them.
He sighs and swears under his breath as he settles on a simple message.
HL: Hey! I’m taking a last minute trip to the Maldives. Are you still there?
He only needs to wait a few uncomfortable seconds before his phone is buzzing with a message.
DP: Yeah, I’m here for another week. Where are you staying?
HL: Same place as you. My flight leaves in a few hours.
“Priority group for flight 2871 to Malé now boarding,” the attendant at the desk announces into the microphone. Hampus swears under his breath as he stands up and fumbles with his phone to scan his ticket.
There’s another buzz as he sits down in his seat with a huff. He fishes his phone back out of his pocket and slides it open only to almost drop it when he fully reads the text.
DP: I hope you didn’t spend too much money on a room. I’m in a bungalow with an extra room if you want it
Hampus chokes on air. His fingers shake a little as he types out his response.
HL: If it’s not too much trouble, sure. That’d be really nice
DP: It’s no trouble at all. I’m in bungalow 16. Let me know when you get here
HL: It’ll be a while, the plane just boarded. I’ll see you soon
Hampus turns his phone on airplane mode before David can respond. Call it a trauma response, but he has had enough of this for now. He needs to spend twelve hours in his own head and figure out whatever the hell this is.
He’s hoping the recycled air and rewatching the same seven downloaded movies will help. Maybe. Hopefully.
The bag of slightly stale pretzels helps far more than the movies do, and by the time he’s stumbling off the plane bleary and a little delirious, he’s glad he did it. Mildly scared for what happens when he arrives, but happy he did it.
The sun is setting as he climbs into the back of his cab. He fiddles with the handle of his suitcase as he stares out the window. The ride to the resort is stunning, really. But Hampus cannot help but be terrified of it. Every second he spends in the car is one second closer to David. And every second closer to David is one more step into uncertainty.
The cab pulls into the resort driveway, past a big gaudy sign, and rolls to a stop under the portico of the main building. Hampus pays for his ride and leaves a tip before walking in. He follows the signs to the bungalows and he has to admit that they look absolutely stunning. They have him questioning why he agreed to a hotel in the Bahamas when he could have just not been a fucking idiot and asked David if he wanted to spend summer break with each other.
But regardless, bungalow sixteen is at the end of the walkway, set apart from the rest and looking a little bigger. The wheels of his suitcase click against the wooden slats of the walkway and maybe he should have dropped them at bell services and had them brought down later. That’s probably what most of the people that stayed here did.
Fuck, he wishes he could be normal. He wishes he could be normal and just smoothly get into a relationship like everyone else he knew. And not awkwardly knocking on the door and having-
“Hampus,” Carlos smiles warmly as he opens the door.
“Carlos,” Hampus says, barely able to stop his heart from flying out through his ass. “Hi, uhm, I didn’t know you were here.”
“I didn’t know I was going to be here either,” he laughs lightly before stepping aside. Hampus hesitates and swallows hard before stepping in. He tries to ignore the fact that Carlos is clad in only a pair of swimming trunks hanging low- like, low- on his hips and David is nowhere to be seen.
“Uhm,” Hampus clears his throat before explaining himself. “I said I was coming down and- and David offered for me to stay here. With him.”
“Hampus!” a familiar voice exclaims from behind him. He turns to see David standing in the open doors out to the deck, towel slung around his shoulders and a pair of his own swimming trunks wetly hugging his hips and thighs. Hampus feels his mouth run dry. “You made it! Sorry I didn’t respond to your text when you landed, we’ve been swimming for a few hours.”
“No, uh, no worries,” Hampus clears his throat again. “Uh, that extra room?”
“Oh! Right,” David says, walking in as he towels off his hair. “It’s just behind the kitchenette. There’s a bathroom in my room if you need to take a shower or something.”
He lets the door click shut behind him and has to fight the urge to scream. Maybe he completely and totally misread Belgium. Maybe David was lying when he said he was better than Carlos. Why else would he be here? The Maldives is usually a romantic vacation destination, is Hampus crashing what’s supposed to be their romantic summer break? All because he thought a one night stand was more than what it actually is?
Oh he really is a fucking idiot.
Regardless of how stupid he may or may not be he needs to shower off the plane. And to do that he needs to walk past Carlos. No matter how much he wishes he wasn’t here. He slings a towel over his shoulder and holds his folded clothes close to his chest and keeps his head down as he makes the short walk across the bungalow to the bathroom.
“There’s a rainfall showerhead!” Carlos calls after him. “It’s the best thing ever after a long flight.”
“Yeah, thanks, Carlos,” Hampus responds, plastering a smile on his face.
“Hey,” David smiles warmly when he walks into the bedroom. He’s changed out of the swimming trunks but has yet to find a shirt to wear. “Did you have a good flight?”
“Yeah, it- yeah. Good flight,” Hampus responds, doing a very poor job of hiding how flustered he is. David smiles softly at him. It feels a little like pity. Hampus opens his mouth before David can say anything else, “Don’t wait up for me, or anything. I’ll probably just go straight to sleep.”
David doesn’t get the chance to open his mouth before the bathroom door is closed. Hampus turns on the shower (the rainfall head that Carlos told him he should use) and steps under the steaming stream of water. It’s hot enough that it should probably be burning his skin, but it feels good. It feels like it’s burning away all evidence of him ever thinking he could have a relationship with David.
God, he was so dumb. So, so dumb to ever think that would get off the ground.
And the worst part is, Carlos was right. The rainfall shower is incredible and he has plans on installing one the second he gets home.
No, he lied. The worst part is that Carlos is here. Carlos is here, and he has a very obvious hickey sucked into his chest. That’s the worst part. The fact that it is very, very obviously fresh. That hickey is fresh while the scratch marks on his back are fading.
That’s. That’s just fantastic. He can’t spend more money on plane tickets. He can’t skip through several time zones again. Not only would his brain liquify and start melting out of his ear, he’s confident Max Verstappen would appear out of nowhere and assist Charlie in killing him and hiding his body.
That is a given at this point. That and he’s getting a rainfall shower for himself.
He gets out- begrudgingly- and towels off, changing into what he planned on wearing to bed. The bungalow is quiet when he walks out, and Carlos is nowhere to be seen. David glances towards the still open doors out to the deck and sees David’s telltale curls peaking over the back of his chair.
He stills for a moment, trying to consider if walking out would be a good idea or if he’ll interrupt a moment between him and Carlos. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before turning on his heel and walking out.
“Hey,” he says, running a hand through his wet hair.
“Hey,” David smiles as he looks up at him. “Shower good?”
“Yeah,” he says, leaning against the empty chair. The empty chair that, conspicuously, does not have a towel or a drink next to it. “Where’s Carlos?”
“Oh he went back to his own bungalow,” David answers. “Sit, please.”
Hampus perches on the edge of the chair almost nervously, “Did… did I interrupt something earlier?”
“With Carlos?” David asks, raising an eyebrow at him. “No. Not at all. He… no.”
“Was… we should have talked,” Hampus sighs, looking out over the water. It’s dark now, and he can really only hear it instead of seeing it.
“We talked,” David says. “Not well, sure. But we talked.”
“Yeah,” Hampus chuckles. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” David shrugs before downing what’s left of his drink and standing up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Hampus. Have a good night.”
Hampus doesn’t say anything before David retreats back into the bungalow. He sighs again and tugs at his hair. He’s so fucking stupid.