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“Will you tell your fucking boyfriend to back off into turn 6!”
“Will you tell your ‘best friend’…” The air quotes Max made with his fingers were just adding even more insult to the situation. “… that he needs to find a better fucking racing line into turn 6, and then he won’t have to make illegal defensive moves.”
For a moment, Charles was stunned into silence, looking between the two of them. Max and Pierre had never been the best of friends, he’d admit, long before he and Max were ever dating. When Charles had first told Pierre about Max, he hadn’t been best pleased. Understatement. He seemed to remember that ‘really, Max Verstappen?! Of all fucking people?!’ was shouted at him about twenty times in so many minutes. It wasn’t even that they actively disliked each other, it’s just their personalities were chalk and cheese. Charles was that perfect middle ground that meant it was easy for him to love them both.
He was under absolutely no illusions though, they’d never love each other.
Max and Pierre are consistently fighting on track. Trouble is, they're consistently fighting in the paddock too. Charles, long suffering best friend and boyfriend, begins peace proceedings.