Vittoria yanked the blanket halfway off him, letting the sunlight splatter across his face, literally.
"Aren't you going in for recovery or something?" she asked as she settled beside Leo's frame on the bed.
The latter's response was a sound rather than words, his head moving slightly into the pillow.
"I have a free day," he mumbled as Vittoria backed off but then pressed on.
"So what are you doing?"
"Sleep mostly!"
"And then what?"
He shrugged, the gesture mostly lost under the duvet, before mouthing, "Nothing," a second later.
"Nothing," Vittoria repeated, like the word had personally offended her.
She left him alone for about four minutes, which she considered generous, and then came back and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Do you do anything," she said, "aside from football?"
Leo didn't answer.
"Leo."
But still nothing.
