'What were you thinking?!'

In retrospect he knows that his father is right. Of course, he would never tell him that, yet he can't get the words out of his mind. They plague him, etched deep into his mind.

Currently he's wallowing at a bar. Sipping slowly on some expensive drink he couldn't care less about. His father's paying anyways...

He called you right after the race. Being the one constant thing in his life. 'Snobby.. 'he supposes to expect you to drop everything...but he can't stop.