The huddle was still watching him.
Leo in particular hadn't looked away, and Reyes, feeling the attention, turned to face him.
"What?"
Leo pointed at his face, specifically, his eyes.
At that, Reyes blinked in realisation.
"Oh," he made out as he reached up and took the sunglasses off.
He then walked them over to Nolan at the edge of the group and placed them into his hand with the care of a man depositing something fragile.
"Keep those safe," he told Nolan without breaking stride back to his position.
"They were not cheap."
Nolan looked down at the sunglasses in his hand and then looked up at Dawson.
Dawson shook his head once and took over.
The drill was simple enough in concept.
Red bibs, attackers and their midfielders, going at the blue bibs, defenders and theirs.
If the Blues won it back, they kept it.
If the Reds scored, they got possession again.
Leo, in green, had no team.
