"Your emotions dont matter."

The first thing that he heard, sobbing his heart out as he lost.

Between indigant sniffles and holding his helmet to his head for dear life.

Your emotions dont matter.

That helmet didn't last long. Anyway.

..

..

"Are..you okay.?"

Second thing he heard. As he looked up.

well. of course someone would ask. He had multiple bruises on his face and bloodshot eyes.

But that someone was Charles leclerc. He hated Charles Leclerc.

To him, Charles's win was the cause for this.

So he lashed out. Watching the Mongasque's wince and hold his, now bleeding nose with a eerie satisfaction.

"Ga weg." he spat.

..

But,

He asked again.

"Are you okay.?"

What? __

2020,

Max's engine failed, as he banged into the wall.

Your emotions dont matter repeated,

as he kept that poker face, kept acting like nothing hurt, when his ribs, head, heart hurt.

..

Then that same boy, in Max's eyes, came up again.

"My god, are you okay?"

Max didnt lash out. But ignored him,

Mindlessly going to where his father was. Knowing he was going to hurt even more.

..

"Im not letting you go. Max." Came that same voice.

As he slumped against..a wall, sporting multiple new bruises on his face.

Charles never asked. Max hated answering. So he was glad. But he knew Charles knew where they were from.

Cause Charles was the complete opposite. Expressive..kind.

So even to his suprise. he didnt protest as he got dragged to the infirmery.

Didnt care as Charles draped his ~ferrari~ hoodie on him. Ridiculously big, yet he leaned in. Weirdly enough.

..He didnt care as Charles rambled,

and as the days went on? He..

actually sometimes joined in. He liked Charles.

Charles even sometimes protected him from his fa- Jos. from Jos. Or helped him with his bruises. __

but one day? It wasnt Max's crash.

It was horrible for the ferrari, and the car failiure caused it to be slammed by the other car in p3.

Max was well in the lead.

But, for the first time, he didnt care.