The Sebaffäre Arc
Chapter 9: Laps of Truth
NetherlandsTo no one's surprise, you don't show up at Zandvoort either.
Seb notices Charles worrying about you and your well-being, looking a bit stressed, whispering about your status with Sam at the opportunity given as they cross paths on the pitlane near where Sebastian is.
Leclerc isn't acting that discreetly or quietly, but Seb is sure he believes no one around them gets what they two are talking about.
Seb hears Sam gossiping with him about something he already knows by now as he fixes his balaclava. Vettel fights his urge to step into the conversation to tell Charles you are more than all right, just busy with the raid you guys are preparing on Lenkov.
Anyway, he feels like a terrible teammate and a worst friend for not reassuring Charles everything is fine. But lately, he can't fight the feelings he has developed for you.
Now, his loyalty is on your side.
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Niki smells the alcohol in Toto's sweat, sitting millimeters away from him at the garage.
"You haven't made up your mind," Niki's words break his trance. Toto looked disassociated with his eyes lost in the monitor showing Sky Sports' live broadcast as the cameraman is inside the Williams garage.
"Pardon?" Toto answers. A shy smile forms on his lips as he tilts his head, turning around to face the old man, an eyebrow already going up.
"About your "situation" with Y/N, or are you waiting for it to consume you completely? Please, don't tell me it's just a coincidence when she disappears you always end up looking like this." He gestures with his hand to Toto's body.
Toto becomes self-conscious about his appearance on the spot.
"I'm with Suzanne," he says, slightly offended.
Niki glances at Toto before adding: "It's not my business, I know, but I worry for you, that's all. I advise you to make up your mind before it drives you crazy or drives us crazy! You have been... well... impossible lately."
Toto nods, now in a bad mood. Nothing different, he has been moody for days. How you affect him is beyond belief; he is a grown-ass man to act like this.
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Toto takes a quick break to the bathroom to calm down and refreshes his face with water before he stares at himself in the big mirror under the bright lights. Niki is right. He looks like trash.
His eyes look reddish with big purplish eyebags, his hair is messier, and his beard is scruffy and unshaven. Toto looks pale, tired, and sweaty.
He doesn't want to admit he is depressed about losing you because he is still furious at you for hiding that small little detail of you having a husband. Plus his guilt about hiding from you his status with Susie also is killing him.
He leaves out an annoyed groan and feels the need to punch a wall. Yes, he needs to make up his mind.
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It's race day, and the laps fly by. Seb holds his own, weaving through the traffic with an elegance that keeps his fans on the edge of their seats. However, in the blink of an eye, the flickering lights on his dashboard startle him.
The steering becomes unresponsive. "No, no, no! Come on!" he yells as the car veers sideways, refusing to obey. You watch him on the live broadcast going off track, slowing down on the gravel, bringing out the yellow flags, no collision or harm thank God.
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