The dinner was still going when Leo slipped out.
The others were deep in conversation over glasses of wine and whatever else had been opened after Spalletti's speech, and Leo, who had nothing to drink and hadn't for the entire evening, caught the eye of one of the staff near the exit and ended up with a large paper cup of juice for the walk back.
He found his room, pressed the keycard against the panel and went in.
After taking his sneakers off, he dropped onto the bed, letting himself fall without support so much so that the bed creaked under his momentum.
He lay there for a while looking at the ceiling.
Then he sat up, drank the juice in five long pulls and picked up his phone.
Goodnight, he sent to Vittoria.
With nothing else to do after that, he fell back onto the bed and waited for sleep, but it didn't come.
He stared at the ceiling some more and then muttered something about a shower and got up.
And it didn't take long for sleep to take over him after his shower.
