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“Hi mate, I just can’t get to dinner this weekend,” Will said to the person on the other end of the phone. “I know, we will try again after I get back from Canada, okay?” he continued. He looked sadder than what Jenson would have assumed as he was only missing dinner, but Jenson also understood how hard it was to keep up friendships outside of the track.
Jenson caught Will’s hand and made him sit down on the sofa as he walked past him again. When the younger man was seated he leant closer to Jenson.
“Sure, I love you too,” Will said hanging up on the phone, taking Jenson’s hand.
“You know if you wanted to go hang out with your mates, you could just do that today? I don’t mind,” Jense told him, intertwining their fingers.
“My mates?” Will asked, reaching towards the remote so he could turn on the television. He was sure there was a football match on.
“Your mate on the phone?” Jenson clarified.
“My mum?” Will looked more confused than the day Jenson asked him if he wanted help reaching something from the top shelf.
“Who the fuck calls their mother mate?” Jenson asked, regretting it when he got a very sharp elbow jabbed in his stomach.