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Listen, idc what happens with this red bull seat, all I know is arvid lindblad better get the call up before max leaves so that I can write some angst-ridden, psychological-rich fic. like-
there's just something so narratively delicious about the idea of max suddenly having daniel's younger, 'mirror image' right in front of him. looking exactly like daniel did in 2016.
only this time, the roles are reversed and max is the one who is older and more experienced. and maybe he starts to Realize a lot of things, old wounds that suddenly re-open. because yes, he wants to mentor and support arvid but at the same time, there's this nagging sense of bitterness and resentment because he's Not Daniel. not his daniel. and seeing the media constantly draw comparisons between arvid and daniel sets max's teeth on edge.
and he knows daniel wouldn't mind. it's been two years and it's clear now that he does not want to come back. that's ok, max can see that he's happy. he can see him on instagram. sometimes. and he always looks happy, with a big smile. and that's good. it's been two years, so why does this ache in his chest keep getting worse? why does he feel sick every time he sees arvid's number 3 across the nose of the car? why does he flinch every time arvid turns his head and for a moment he thinks oh, it's dan—