Carlo and Leo slipped quietly into the tactical room, the chatter in the room immediately surrounding them as they closed the door behind them.
Marco, who was standing near the projector, immediately looked up.
His eyes lingered on Carlo first, checking, judging, but seeing that the boy seemed to have shaken off his gloomy mood from earlier, Marco gave a small, approving nod.
Then his gaze moved to Leo, who just kept walking straight for the back row like he'd been there all week, and that wasn't very far off from the truth.
Carlo, still adjusting his training jacket, found an empty seat halfway down and dropped into it.
Leo glanced once toward the side and caught Fornella already seated at the back, notebook open, pen between his fingers.
The older midfielder gave him a small nod to which Leo returned, before setting down his own book, flipping it open as if to prove he was paying attention before anything even started.
A few seconds later, the door swung open again.
