Everyone says Max Verstappen spoils Carlos Sainz.

Max doesn’t see it.

To Max, this is just… what you do when you love someone. You notice things. You fix things. You make life softer where you can, because the world already hits hard enough.

It starts small. It always does.

The paddock vending machines are universally hated, but Carlos hates them with passion.

He presses the buttons anyway, grimaces every time, and mutters under his breath in Spanish when the protein bar tastes like compressed paper.