#and prosenna and proquet are the dumpsterfire that's elliot x jd

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Ayrton: And then I had one of those weird, crystallizing moments where everything becomes so clear. I mean, I should be relieved that Prost is retiring because that means less competition, right. But I'm not. I wish he would stay because...

Ayrton: I think I'm in love with him.

Nigel gasps.

Elio: Shut up!

Ayrton: Honestly, I think I hate him so much because I love him, you know. *hangs his head * Fuck, why do I love him.

Elio humms: Dude.

Ayrton: Anyway, I'm sorry for barging in so late. I hope I didn't interrupt anything.

Elio and Nigel, sitting on the couch with very obviously hastily thrown on clothes, both snort dismissively and wave him off.

Nigel: Actually, since I broke my foot Elio and I were discussing stuff we could do because I have to wear this damn cast for six months.

Elio showing Nigel the bird behind his back, Ayrton smiles to himself.

Nigel: First, we cut out everything that involves too much walking and stuff.

Ayrton: Yeah...

Nigel: Then Elio was like, what about swimming? And I'm like, swimming? Elio, you're diving way more than you're swimming do you expect me to just be swimming alone like some idiot.

Elio hits Nigel's arm, looking at Ayrton pretty obviously.

Nigel sighs: He knows I'm changing the subject so that he doesn't feel bad.

Nigel gets up and walks over to Ayrton and hugs him. Though he also whispers something into his ear.

Ayrton: No.

Nigel walks off.

Elio: What did he ask you?

Ayrton: Oh, he just wanted to know if there was anything I needed.

Elio: Ayrton.

Ayrton: He asked me if I think tennis is off the table.

Elio glares at Nigel, who grins knowingly.