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“You were really sick,” Carlos tells him, like he hasn’t already figured that out. Oscar opens his mouth to make some sarcastic retort that isn’t going to help anything at all, but might feel good in the moment, and then he drops his gaze to Carlos’ hands, sees the way he’s wringing them together, and bites his tongue. “I saw on the screen, during the safety car – it did not look like a bad crash, but they had to pull you out of the car. You looked…” Carlos doesn’t finish. Oscar doesn’t particularly want him to. “It’s just – food poisoning, probably,” Oscar tells him, keeping his voice soft, because Carlos looks like he’s one startling sound away from being the next person to faint. “Again.” Carlos snorts, a blunt, too-loud thing, and Oscar has to fight a smile. “You are cursed.”