Greg didn't have words for what he felt while training Leo. The young man was like a sponge, adapting and evolving in real time as he absorbed what he was taught.
He wasn't perfect. His rhythm would fall apart if he overthought, and his stance still drifted when he got tired. But when Greg pointed it out, Leo would reset without argument, eyes locked in with that same quiet drive.
"You pick this up fast," Greg said as they circled each other during a footwork drill. "You done this before?"
Leo shook his head no between steps. Outside of track and the game, he hadn't done any physical activity that was close to what he was doing now.
Greg grunted. "You copy well."
That made Leo grin but he didn't lose focus.
