[Wigan,]
It had been a whole day since the Forest game, and with club football out of the way, it was time for those involved to make their way towards their respective teams.
Leo had almost finished packing when Vittoria decided to make her feelings about his departure known.
She had claimed most of the bed, lying on her stomach with her chin resting in one hand, while Leo moved between the wardrobe and the open travel bag.
His shirts were folded in a neat pile beside his training gear, and he was checking through the things he usually took on international duty when she finally spoke.
"This really gets annoying."
Leo looked over his shoulder, holding a shirt in his hands.
"What?"
"Because this keeps happening," she said and shifted onto her back, watching him.
"I come to England to see you, we get together, and then the national team calls."
He glanced at the bag and then back at her, already smiling.
"I didn't exactly choose the dates."
