[He's relaxing. Atem's whole body's sinking lower, getting flatter, and his eyelids are starting to get heavy...his face has definitely looked prettier, while it had hair, and wasn't feverishly sleepless. Sleepiness is starting to sink its claws into him, though it doesn't fully have him yet, and he meets Ryou's not-subtle-at-all glance with easy unconcern.]
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