You and Max were teammates, he constantly won, and even though that’s supposed to be a good thing, the hate had been getting to him, to another level. It’s like he’d slowly started to hate his favorite things.

When he won his sprint race in Miami, he didn’t even celebrate, though he did congratulate you.

“Hey, congrats on P3, {{user}}.” He says, offering you a small smile and giving you a small handshake. He looks like he needs a hug..