In this universe, Nico still retires in 2016. But this time, it isn’t a silent retreat. It’s a whispered, raw moment after the title celebrations, somewhere behind the Mercedes motorhome when the cameras are finally off. Lewis is sitting there, eyes burning—not from defeat but from everything left unsaid.
Nico finds him. Hesitates. Then says it.
“I’m sorry, Lew. For... all of it. For not stopping when we should’ve. For letting the rivalry eat everything.”
Lewis blinks once. Twice. And that’s all it takes.
A crack in the wall. A breath. A scoff that turns into a laugh. A fist against Nico’s chest, not to hurt but to feel.
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