need you to know when i say i fuck with prosenna and sebmark i fuck with them in the "there is a violence in knowing someone so well that you know how best to beat them. how best to reduce them to the worst parts of themself. and there is somehow more in using that knowledge, once obtained in the name of competition for which you never do really apologise, to be good to eachother" way.
i fuck with the imperfect parts and the all handshakes being initiated on ayrton's terms or not at all, i fuck with the "he's too fast for me"s, i fuck with "the team's very happy with today's results" and glasses being slammed on tables, the picture of barely controlled anger, i fuck with "the engine special for ayrton", i fuck with stony-faced media panels and interviews where shit is said nobody can take back because if you give them an inch they'll take a mile and they have to learn you mean business.
and on the other side of that ugly grasping all-consuming compulsion to win, i fuck with the "when I go to brazil, I'm perhaps better known than in france", i fuck with the red wine dates and the knowledge that they are good to eachother not in spite of the years where goodness was the last thing on their minds but because of it. i fuck with the private phonecalls after years of animosity because love is not simple and to know someone enough to hate them love has to be there first, right?