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Charles sighed as he crossed his arms over his puffed chest. "Well that was a shit weekend." the man remarked as he looked to Lewis who was resting against the bar.

The Brit shrugged his shoulders as whilst he could empathise with his friend, the weekend of the 9 times World Champion arguably couldn't have gone better. Mercedes had a one-two finish which meant Scarlet extended her lead in the World Drivers Championship and with George pushed them further afield in the Constructors.

Lewis brought his glass of red wine to his lips as he listened to the younger man complain about his weekend. It wasn't that Lewis wasn't interested, or that he didn't care, it was that he had already listened to Charles tell the story twice now. Each time the groans got longer and the sighs more intense.

"And to top it off, Milo has fucked off to New York City in the week where he was supposed to help me pick out new artwork." Charles lamented before downing the rest of the whiskey that remained in his glass. He shuddered as the tawny liquid hit the back of his throat.

It was inevitable that the topic of conversation would turn to the disappearance of Milo, and Charles was very much acting as if it was the end of the world. Even though he had told his friend that he wouldn't be at the race, the Monagaqsue was still perplexed when the blue-eyed brit didn't show in Singapore.

Lewis couldn't help but chuckle at the innocnece of Charles. "You know why he's gone to New York though, right?" He mentioned squinting his eyes slightly as he looked to his friend.

Confusion glazed over Charles' complexion and he awkwardly scratched behind his ear. It would appear that he did not know why Milo Crusoe had, in the world of Charles Leclerc, 'fled' to the big apple.

A scoff left the throat of Lewis, "Are you serious?" He didn't mean to sound so condescending, and even though Milo had filled Lewis in on the background, not to mention the champion being present at the exact moment the relationship between Crusoe and Presley switched, Lewis still found it hard to believe that Charles hadn't at least picked up on it.

"And who else is in New York?" Lewis hinted but based on the vacant glare on the Ferrari driver's face he wasn't understanding where Lewis was going with this. He shook his head. "Presley of course?"

And just like that, as if a lightbulb had flicked on, suddenly Charles was beginning to grasp what Lewis was going on about. A part of the Brit found it endearing that he hadn't put two and two together, but the other half feared that his naivity would be his downfall.

Charles cocked his head to the side, his eyes wide. "Yeah...but I don't understand?" He trailed off. Lewis gave him a moment before replying in the hopes that he would start to figure it out. "Oh...wait...are you serious?" Charles bit as he realised where his friend was leading with this.

Lewis nodded slightly and took another sip of my wine. "Now, I'm not saying that there is something going on between them, as I know that they both love you..." He pressed and he meant it, Lewis also knew that Charles had a tendenacy to run with the top line and forget the context.

Whilst Lewis very much adored Charles, he also knew the entire story of why Presley had fled and why Milo had chased after her. It was thanks to Jaspar that he had found everything out, and on the day that the spiteful ex-boyfriend had threatened to release intimate and questionable pictures of his two friends, Presley had found herself in the arms of Milo in Lewis' apartment.

It was on that day that Lewis clocked once and for all the bond between the fashion designer and his best friend. It wasn't neccersarily romantic but there was a spark there. Once Milo had finally calmed down the fretting girl, he asked them to spill what had occured and why