Leo knew he had left it two days longer than he should have, and the reason was simple.
Each day, he'd thought Dawson would just reappear when given enough time.
And by the third day, together with all the suggestive glances he got from Nolan, that logic expired.
The moment he got to his apartment after training, he picked up his phone and called Dawson.
The phone rang for a while, beeping like it was never going to get answered until a *click* sound came through.
"Leo," Dawson answered as Leo sighed.
"Where are you?" Leo said as a sigh also came from the other side.
"Home."
"You've missed three sessions."
"I know."
Leo sat on the edge of his bed in the accommodation block and looked at the floor.
"So what's going on, coach?"
"It isn't anything that a little protest can't fix," Dawson began, "but the club has made it clear they're open to offers for you. As long as the number is right, they'll consider it."
"Again," Leo said tiredly.
