After the morning's activity, Leo sat alone at the far end of the dining hall, his tray untouched for the most part, scrolling on his phone with a blank expression.
"Nothing good these days," he muttered, but the noise around him seemed to have much to say, with cutlery scraping and conversations flowing from most seated tables.
Then came the heavy scrape of a chair.
Carlo dropped into the seat beside him with a groan that sounded like it came from his bones.
He rolled his head around his neck, muttering a long string of Italian curses before slumping forward with his elbows on the table.
Leo gave him a quick glance, just enough to acknowledge his presence, then looked back at his screen.
"Good morning," Carlo said, but Leo just nodded, not sparing the energy to look at him.
"Whatever," he said before pulling his phone out, joining Leo in the endless scroll of searching for good content.
