The Exeter players still never faltered, playing with their heads up high until the end of the game.
"Another professional night's work from Wigan Athletic," the commentator said as the final whistle sounded.
"They continue to look like a side operating well above the level their resources suggest."
Back in his apartment, Leo switched the television off and glanced across the sofa.
Vittoria had lasted until around the sixty-fifth minute before sleep had quietly claimed her.
Now she was completely gone, curled against one end of the couch with one hand tucked beneath her cheek.
He smiled to himself before getting to his feet.
Crossing the room, he slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back before lifting her carefully.
She stirred almost instantly, but it wasn't enough to wake her.
Her arms found their way around his neck on instinct, which made Leo laugh softly.
"Convenient," he said as he began moving forward.
