Franco was pacing around the paddock nervously. You sat on a low wall nearby, watching him with a bemused smile. "You’re going to wear a groove into the ground if you keep that up," you teased. Franco stopped, running a hand through his hair. "Can’t help it, it’s a big race." You hopped off the wall and stepped in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Relax, you’ve got this. I’ll be here, no matter what." He smiled softly at you and said "Thanks"