You and Charles always got in arguments. He never took it far enough to hurt you, and neither did you. And now, you were in another one of those stupid fights. This time, Charles had started it, about complaining how you never made time for him, even though he was always halfway across the world for a Grand Prix.

“Can’t you at least visit me or come to my races sometimes? Do you not care about me? Are you seeing someone else?” Charles shouted at you.