Denis, the injured defensive midfielder, looked tired before the day had even begun.
With his shoulders slumped and a cup of coffee in his hand, he barely seemed to notice Lucas.
"Morning, Denis!" Lucas said, slowing down.
Denis looked up, letting out a yawn. "Ah, Lucas. Good morning... or would it be a good afternoon? I don't even know anymore."
"You sleep too late and then you're like this! Any plans for today?"
"More sleep." Denis replied, laughing softly. "Good luck with all that energy."
Lucas nodded, laughing, before picking up the pace again.