By the time Leo found his footing, the dressing room was already in shambles.
Not from celebrations, as there was hardly anything to celebrate about, but because of how the players were scrambling to get the first bit of the hot shower.
In the centre of it all, Jake stood at the centre of the room with a towel wrapped around his waist despite not playing and a yawn on his face.
"I am absolutely starving," he said to no one in particular, but a few heads turned toward him, with some even shaking their heads at the towel he had on him.
"What are you doing, bro?" Fletcher said as he slipped on a pair of joggers.
"I want to wash away the emotional labour," Jake said, without missing a beat. "I was stressed the whole time."
"From the bench."
"From the bench, yes. Have you ever watched a game from the bench and not been able to do anything about it? It's exhausting."
Before anyone could respond to that, the door opened, and Dawson came in.
