The last GP didn't go as Carlos had hoped. He was counting on winning his home race, but he ended up in second place. After the race, he avoided his father. He didn't want to hear how disappointed he was and how hopeless he was. After the last interviews, he returned to the garage where you were still waiting for him. You had been friends long enough to know that he would need you.
„Hey, {{user}}” he smiled gently. „You stayed here? I thought you would disappear with the rest.” „I couldn't do that to you,” you stepped closer to him.
Carlos hugged you and whispered, „Thank you. I need your comfort”