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George could not have picked a worse time to show up at the Villa, because he had the door opened by Lace who was in his boxers as he'd spent the night in one of the spare rooms. "George?" Casey asked from the top of the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Uh, what's going on here?" He asked, walking in as Lance closed the door behind him. Casey realised what he must be thinking and almost laughed at the thought. Lance was nice and all, but no. "He was just too drunk to drive so he slept in one of the spare rooms." Casey told her brother as she walked down the stairs. "I feel like I still am." Lance said, hand on his head as he walked into the living room where some of the others were watching cartoons.

"I see you had a fun night." George said to Casey, crossing his arms over his chests. "Not at all. Your friends are pretty unbearable." She told him and he chuckled, a slight smile appearing on his face. "Yeah, I've noticed."

"So, you want to talk?" Casey asked him and nodded. "We can go up to my room then." Casey said before turning around and making her way up the stairs, George following behind her.

She waited for him to walk into her room before shutting her door behind him. Given how much of the grid was still in the Villa, she didn't want people over hearing them when they talked.

"So, what do you want to say?" Casey asked, turning around to face her brother. "I want to say that I'm sorry." He began. "I didn't mean to blame you for how I felt growing up. And I never want you to feel like I do blame you, because I don't."

"Thank you. And I'm sorry." Casey said, her face softening.

"Why?" He asked, brows furrowed.

"Because you felt like you couldn't tell me how you felt back then. I would've been home more if I knew." Casey told him, her arms going to cross over her chest.

"You were happy in America. I didn't want to make you leave somewhere you loved because I wasn't okay." George explained and Casey nodded, showing him that she understood.

"I still wish you had told me, but I get it. I probably wouldn't have told me if I was you either." Casey told her brother and soon, their arms were wrapped around each-other.

"So, you still coming to China?" He asked. "Yeah." She chucked against his shoulder before pulling away. "I have something to ask you though."

"Sure." He said, a slight smile on his face. "Why didn't you come to Uncle Danny's funeral?" He asked and saw how he immediately got lost in his thoughts.

"I- I didn't think you'd want me to. I didn't really know him and you did so well, I thought you'd think I was kind of faking knowing him if I was there." He said and Casey almost laughed. "George, that is so stupid." She said. "I wanted you there. I was mess. It would have been nice if you were."

"Then I'm sorry I wasn't." George said and a smile broke on Casey's face. "You better win in China if I'm flying all the way there from NewYork." She told, pushing his shoulder and he laughed.

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After George left, Casey went into the kitchen to make breakfast and found Lando, Max and Carlos in the kitchen. All of them shirtless. "My God." Casey groaned, going to grab a bowl from one of the cabinets. "Do Formula 1 drivers just not own clothes or something?" She asked, grabbing cereal and milk from the fridge.

"What?" Max asked, his own bowl of cereal in-front of him. "Between you three and Lance walking around in his boxers, I feel like I'm in a nude camp." Casey told him and him, Carlos and Lando laughed.

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