Daniel immediately stopped celebrating.
Caleb waved him off.
“Don’t.”
“I was just—”
“I know.”
“Watch.”
Daniel looked toward the field.
Slowly.
Like someone learning a forgotten skill.
At halftime, stadium staff approached us.
A woman wearing a Creston Field credential crouched beside Caleb.
“Hey, Caleb.”
He looked suspicious.
“Yes?”
“We have a quieter hospitality room available if you’d like to rest for a bit.”
Daniel started to answer.
Caleb held up one finger.
“Do I have to?”
“No.”
“Can I come back?”
“Absolutely.”
Caleb looked at us.
“Maybe five minutes.”
That was progress too.
We followed the staff member through a private corridor.
I assumed Bright Horizon had arranged the room.
Inside were sofas, bottled water, blankets, and a television showing the halftime broadcast.
Caleb collapsed onto one sofa.
Daniel sat beside him.
