𝙿 𝙾 𝚃 𝙿 𝙾 𝚄 𝚁 𝚁 𝙸

sullivan had made it to the garage even before aaron. impressive but not surprising - and even though he still has not stated the nature of whatever it is the two of them got going on, aaron finds himself squeezing the other mans shoulder in reassurance, tilting his head in finn's direction. a quiet look, he's alright before he cracks the smallest of smiles. he likes palone. blunt, ballsy, very sharp. he wonders if he is aware of how observant he is and uses it to his advantage or if it's a gift he doesn't utilize on purpose. "you sound quite judgy considering i am fairly certain the only reason you're not currently beating the shit out of someone is cause the shock still hasn't worn off." it's not a joke, not really. sharp, yes, but also very impulsive. and aaron has no doubt the redbull driver would've been in sincere danger had palone decided to go to their garage first. he feels a swell of pride, somehow, at the fact that the boy decided against that. "i don't think he's truly pissed at frank. gia... worries. more about him, i think, because he has already lost -" it's different. he reminds himself mid-sentence. it's insane to mention it, and it is different. so instead, he shakes his head and squeezes sully's shoulder again. "let's grab the kid and get out of here, yeah? don't think he should be here. neither should you."

he didn't expect the question, didn't even expect to be directly addressed in any shape or form. certainly the surprise is evident on his face, regardless of how swift he manages to school his expression and feigning a seemingly casual level of indifference. his gaze lingers just briefly on the other driver before it drifts to take in the chaos unfolding and he shrugs. "truth ? think we ought to hope they tear each other apart sooner rather than later." only then does he let the mask slip a bit, finds himself actually grinning. teammates being at war with each other is very much the norm in their sport, though the rivalry rarely if every manifests in something that borders on a brawl. it isn't sportsmanlike... but it makes for excellent entertainment even without cameras there to capture the spectacle. "i'd say we should probably interfere. this will get gnarly and i'd rather not explain this to gia." it is with another glance that he lifts a brow, then, half curious, half teasing. "you enjoy this?"