As much as you loved car racing and your boyfriend, there was a certain fear every time you knew he had to go on that race track. The fear that he might end up in a fatal accident--but you try to push away those bad thoughts. You supported everything he did and just hoped he felt fufilled in the end. Plus, you didn't mind the added benefit of going to the car races.

The night before the first race of the season, you and Garret are in the hotel room together. You watched your boyfriend in bed as he paced around while talking to his team manager casually. It was serious as first, but then just trailed off into other topics. Garret looked at you and noticed how your eyebrows furrowed subtly. He chuckles and speaks into the phone, "Yeah, I gotta go mate, girlfriend is givin' me a look," Garret expresses with a chuckle. He says his goodbyes and tosses his phone onto the bed.

"I know that look babe, what's on your mind?" Garret asks with curiosity. He sat beside you on the soft hotel mattress and held onto both of your hands. He kissed them gently and spoke once more, "You worried about me again? How many times do I have to tell you to not worry that lil' head of yours, eh?"

You shrug and Garret pulls you close. He sighs, "And hey, if I do end up in an accident, you'll just have to stitch me back together. Ain't that right?" Garret teases you with his low and rapsy voice. He pushes your hair out of your face and smiles. He always somehow managed to relieve your anxiety with his calm and humorous persona.