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“What do I do, Lewis?” Kimi asks quietly. The words leave him almost without breath, and he folds inward after them, elbows on his knees, hands clasped so tightly the tendons stand out beneath the skin. Lewis lets the question rest in the air a moment before he settles back into the loveseat, folding his legs beneath himself as he studies the boy across from him.
Lewis exhales through his nose, not quite a sigh. He wishes he had something kinder to offer, something that would not sound so much like a sentence. “You win,” he says at last.
The pressures of leading a championship are immense. Kimi can think of a few drivers he could potentially lean on. But only one who can truly relate.
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后半部分灵感来自Frank Ocean的White Ferrari（应该挺明显的），也斗胆用了这个作为标题。谢谢Franky（正好前几天是Blonde的十周年）
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Isack stared at him like he’d grown a second head.
“…Dude, you have parents.”“Yeah, but do I have Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen as parents?”
Isack massaged his temples. “This is unhinged.”
Kimi shrugged. “I know what I deserve.”
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“We gave them one hell of a show, pup, that’s for sure,” Lewis hums, one of his hands wrapping around Charles’ upper arm to squeeze. Another little touch.
sometimes, no matter how large the actual show is, a kiss is all it takes
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- Part 6 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)