Leo had barely taken three steps into the cafeteria when the attention turned towards him.
"Oh, look," McClean said, pushing back from a table.
"He's finally awake."
More and more of the players turned towards Leo while Fletcher continued.
"So? Figured out why you should talk less and let your feet do it?"
Leo stopped, sighed, and nodded like a man accepting a sentence he knew he'd earned.
"Yeah," he said, deadpan. "Lesson learned."
That only encouraged them.
He dipped his head in a small, exaggerated bow.
"I really should've paid more attention to my seniors."
Fletcher leaned back in his chair, arms folded, enjoying himself far too much.
"Exactly how it should be," he said.
Then, without missing a beat, "Now that you've figured it out, you can atone by washing my boots."
Leo shot him a look.
"Don't push your luck."
