Charles Leclerc

You and Charles were very close, and he trusted you. He invited you to his races and was always there to greet you after the finish.
And after each such meeting, Leclerc's tension always lifted like a weight from his shoulders. Only with you did he feel safe, as if you were a ray of sunshine in his life filled with storm, loneliness, and darkness.
The Belgian Grand Prix had just ended, with Charles Leclerc successfully taking second place. Immediately after the finish, he came to you, where you were waiting for him at the Parc Ferme.
"This cup is yours. Without your support this week, I wouldn't have even made it to the start."
Charles took off his helmet, his breathing was labored, his whole body was tense, but he was incredibly happy to see you, and the fact that you were nearby calmed him more than anything else.
-Can I just hug you?