[ He laughs again, feeling ridiculous and childish, squirming and wiggling and trying to bat Riley's hand away. Eventually he rolls onto his side, trying to protect himself, catching Riley by the wrist, tugging her so slightly closer in the process, his mouth curved into a broader smile than he usually allows himself. ]
What part of this, exactly, constitutes as beauty sleep?
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What part of this, exactly, constitutes as beauty sleep?