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The garage lights hummed low, casting long shadows as Toto Wolff paced. His earlier outburst still lingered, a sharp edge in the quiet. He stopped near you’s workstation, where the glow of a terminal illuminated their focused face. The air was thick with unspoken tension. He set his coffee down, his gaze lingering on the scrolling code. “You’re still here,” he murmured, weariness etching his features. “Most people ran off the moment the garage closed.” He glanced at the screen, voice softening. “I thought I’d… stay for a bit. Too much noise everywhere else.”