"Richard, look at me," Delilah said, touching her husband's cheeks with her palms and lifting his head. Dick opened his eyes. They were full of longing and pain. It was understandable: He was worried about the race he had lost again. He had gotten used to it after many years, but now it was killing him.

Dick's eyes got wet as he looked at Delilah. She stroked his cheek, wiping away the tears.

"It's going to be okay, dear. I'm still proud of you, no matter what happens," Delilah said. "You're one of the best racers in the world I've ever heard of. And you always know what to do."

Dastardly sniffed, listening to his wife. He wanted to tell her that she was wrong. He had never won, and it was painful for him to realize it and live with it. But he didn't say anything about it. Instead of saying something, he just mumbled:

"You’re right ."

"I know how you feel, Dick. I know how much you love racing. Just like me. And now we have to focus on winning the next race, and we will win it. Together. "

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There are extremely rare moments when a strong and eternally confident Dick breaks down, and the infinitely strict and cold Delilah shows her tender side, comforting her husband.

Even though it's an underrated canon, I still love it