[ In place of inhaling - softly but noticeably - Giles merely blinks down at Riley's fingers on his arm, following the path they make towards his elbow, too distracted by the movement to respond to her. He swallows a little, tells himself to stop thinking about it, and turns his eyes back to her. ]
I'm afraid my beauty sleep'll probably be a disappoint. [ He sounds more amused than self-deprecating. ] I tend to look like this most of the time.
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I'm afraid my beauty sleep'll probably be a disappoint. [ He sounds more amused than self-deprecating. ] I tend to look like this most of the time.