As the players funnelled out of the room, Arteta walked a few steps ahead, speaking briefly with one of his assistants, but Izan closed the gap with an easy stride.
"Coach," he called quietly as Arteta glanced over his shoulder, slowed, and let Izan fall in beside him.
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah," Izan said. "Just wanted to talk about something before we head back in. You mentioned there were a few things we still had to finish up today."
Arteta gave him a small nod. "We do. Why?"
"In that case," Izan said, steady but respectful, "I'd like to go to Italy earlier than planned."
Arteta stopped just outside the corridor exit with the hallway light catching the crease between his brows as he studied Izan.
"Can I ask why you need to go now?"
"Of course." Izan shifted his bag higher on his shoulder.
