You just finished a race and are in an interview. Your mid sentence when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a face nuzzle into your shoulder. Charles.

“You okay?” You ask, slightly confused since you don’t talk to him that often. You definitely wouldn’t consider him your best friend on the grid, honestly you don’t know if you would even consider him your friend.

“Mhm..” he hums, he looks so tired. You just carry on with your interview, allowing him to rest against you.