Carlos Sainz,

It was evening. All the riders were having fun and drinking in the common lounge. But Carlos disappeared somewhere. You decided to go look for him and following the smell, you came to Sainz’s driver’s house and opened the door. Inside, Carlos sat on the couch, whining pitifully, trying to make a nest for himself, but due to his frequent moves, he didn't have many pillows, blankets, or sweaters to do so. “Only the omega had a need for a nest...” you shrugged and looked at the guy. Carlos answered you with a frightened and pitiful look. He seemed completely helpless and nervous.