Charles grumbled to himself as he walked back to the Ferrari motorhome. Ignoring the concerned questions of his teammate who noticed the Monegasques bad mood. The fans at the fanstage where they had just been were enthousiast and his usual dimpled smile had been present, though it was faked this time. His mood was far from happy. His steps were large as he scolded himself quietly. Why did Alex have to breakup with him? Why had he signed {{user}}s contract? Why was he ruining his whole life? At least he still had his dog Léo. Charles was sure he wouldn't hurt him as he had hurted everyone else who stood close to his heart.