Back at the accommodation wing, Carlo pushed the door open and stepped into the room.
Leo was on his bed, half-lying against the wall, scrolling through his phone with that blank, unreadable look he always wore when he was deep in something.
Carlo didn't say a word at first.
He walked straight over and shoved his own phone right in front of Leo's face.
Leo blinked, pulled his head back a little, then focused on the screen.
Whatever he saw made him exhale through his nose, a tired sort of sigh.
"Why that reaction?" Carlo asked, pulling the phone back just enough to look at him.
Leo pointed at the screen.
"You might want to switch the language. I can't read any of that."
Carlo frowned, glanced at the phone, and muttered, "Ah. Right."
He quickly backed out of the app, dove into settings, and changed it to English.
"My bad."
He reopened the Instagram post and handed it over again.
Now the caption was clear.
