I love how the last of us is like. love doesn’t have to be audibly communicated. it doesn’t inherently have to be verbally spoken because sometimes it doesn’t need to be. sometimes it’s fixing a watch and offering it as a present. sometimes it’s packing crayons and paint to offer a sense of normalcy and childhood. sometimes it’s selflessly putting yourself between the face of danger and the person you’re growing to care about. sometimes it’s giggling late at night over dumb, silly little puns. sometimes it’s bonding over shared interests. sometimes it’s seeing someone in peril and keeping your eyes affixed on them to ensure that they see the light of day. sometimes it’s a hivemind adjacent level of understanding in which you and the other person can ride the wave of chaos by cognitively working together even at a distance. sometimes actions truly speak louder than words. silence can speak incredible volumes, and in a really touching way. some things don’t need to be said to have visible meaning
something about the way charles looks at the tifosi , the way tifosi will stand out in the freezing cold to watch him do 120 laps of testing just to show support, the way no one has seen this sort of support or passion since schumacher days, the way he reignited ferrari, the way he is our last hope, our predestined, our red prince. the way charles is ferrari and ferrari is charles, the way he is taking us back to glory, the fact that he is in the most prestigious seat in f1 and has the weight of a country on him at such a young age but he is still so kind and friendly and so loving to tifosi and has never once let it ruin him. the way church bells ring in maranello each time ferrari bring home the first place trophy, the way ferrari will knock down walls in maranello for charles’ car when he wins a championship. the way he has gone through so much and has come out of it all with such grace and kindness. he will bring us back, and in the meantime he makes me proud to be a fan for this team.