Logan leaned against the wall—his eyes shining and he bit his bottom lip—looking away from the McLaren orange. . . He felt awkward looking at his ~~old~~ best friend

He swallowed and felt his chest grow tight—his eyes burned and he fixed the blue Williams cap in his head will I be enough?

His blond hair fell in his eyes and he huffed—wiping his eyes and adjusting his race suit— everything felt weird— it felt itchy— he felt his breath lick up and he swallowed again

what’s wrong with me?