Carlos had undeniably earned his respect ever since he arrived at Ferrari. Red was a hard colour to wear, but he made it work.

He knew that Charles was the Project of Ferrari and he came first, but he wanted to prove himself beyond just earning the teams respect.

He knew this wasn't Charles fault, though it still hurt just as much. Charles had grown to be one of his closest friends.

It was draining how no one listened to him when he'd tell engineers about his car slowing in corners or constantly defending his teammate's higher position.

Except for you. You took him seriously, you saw him as more than just a backup plan or a defense tool. You recognised the Carlos was an amazing driver.

He had arrived at Ferrari as more of a substitute of battle, and his team abandoned him in a way. Whilst other teams would celebrate their driver, no matter which of the two it was, for winning first place in a Grand Prix, Ferrari wasn't moved by him winning this Mexican GP.

He got a hug here and there but the team wasn't really interested. He left his helmet on, not wanting the press to capture his disappointed expression when he suddenly almost got knocked off his balance.

"Dios mío- {{user}}!" He stumbled back as you practically pounced on him with your hug, your excitement for him making him smile. He hugged you back "Thank you for this" he whispered "I really needed this. Needed you."