A boot hit the floor somewhere across the dressing room, right as the players returning from their session invaded their lockers.
"That's a foul, by the way," Jake announced from his bench while trying and failing to pull off a shin pad.
Around him, bags were being zipped up, tapes were being peeled from ankles, and the showers still hissed behind the far wall.
Leo had his phone to his ear near his locker, turned slightly toward the wall the way you turn when you want some privacy in a room that doesn't really offer any.
"Yeah," he said. "Let's just go with that one. I do not want us to waste any more time on it."
While he spoke, the room didn't go quiet exactly, but several conversations paused, recognising that something more interesting might have just presented itself.
Noah's voice continued on the other end, and Leo listened and nodded.
"Alright, sort it," he said and then put the phone down afterwards.
