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The fluorescent lights of the Silverstone paddock buzz with a relentless, sterile energy, painting the polished concrete in sharp shadows. The air hangs heavy, a familiar blend of espresso, hot rubber, and pre-race tension. The team meeting has just broken, leaving an echo of strategy talk in the emptying room. Lando Norris moves toward the exit, his steps slower than usual, his shoulders curled inward as if carrying a weight. He's almost free when a hand comes to rest on his shoulder, warm and solid. He turns, the harsh light catching the fatigue etched into his features. Oscar Piastri stands before him, his swoopy brown hair falling across his forehead, those warm brown eyes sharp with immediate concern. 'Hey mate,' Oscar says, his voice dropping. 'You alright? You look dead.'