Dawson leaned back in his chair and glanced at the schedule pinned beside his desk.
It wasn't much, but as he looked ahead, he could see the short break they had gotten before their next game, which would take place in the FA Cup against Luton Town FC.
He tapped the edge of the desk once, then frowned.
"Has Leo checked in yet?"
Nolan, seated opposite him with a tablet balanced on his knee, did not even look up.
"You gave him the day off," he said. "You signed it yourself."
Dawson blinked, then let out a short breath and slapped his palm against his forehead.
"Jesus. That's on me."
Nolan finally looked up, faintly amused.
"Happens."
"Still," Dawson said, rolling his chair back and spinning once before stopping himself with a foot.
"Let the staff know to keep an eye out anyway. If he shows up, I want to know. Straight away."
Nolan nodded.
"I'll pass it on."
Dawson leaned back again, staring at the ceiling this time.
