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Silverstone vibrated with the fierce, adrenalized pulse of a home race, a feeling George lived for. But his world had narrowed to a single point: you, his rookie teammate and his boyfriend. The season had been a relentless grind, and he’d watched you wear the exhaustion like a second skin, your professional mask only occasionally slipping to reveal the strain beneath. Now, surrounded by the distant thunder of engines and the swell of the crowd, your silence was louder than any cheer. He saw your eyes drop to your phone, a gesture he knew by heart. Homesickness. Without a word, he reached for your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. “Once the race is done,” he said, his voice a low murmur meant only for you, “we’ll call your mum. Or your brother. I’ve got you. You know th…