Sunday afternoon belonged to nothing in particular.
Demien ate properly, ran through his recovery routine, and spent most of the rest of the day doing very little — some television, a couple of hours on a game with his headset on while someone from his old academy trash-talked him over voice chat without any idea he was talking to a Ballon d'Or nominee, a short call with Sophia that mostly covered her week rather than his.
Somewhere in the middle of it, his phone kept surfacing the same two names over and over, clip after clip cut from the same viral podcast episode.
Eventually he searched Mateo's name himself rather than waiting for the algorithm to bring it to him, and watched three or four sequences from the Real Sociedad match in a row rather than just the one everyone kept reposting.
