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Daotok's joining them for another study session, and Arthit is pleasantly surprised.
They don't spend a lot of time together, not really, but it's enough that he knows the younger man finds him annoying.
He doesn't care much, but he does enjoy watching Daotok's nose scrunch every time he's being a dick.
It's entertaining, and adorable, but Arthit isn't focusing on the attractive part.
He can't.
Which is why he's sitting comfortably in his chair watching Daotok and Typhoon tease each other while Easter and North talk to Jo and Hill about something. Tonfah went to get some snacks for their little group, and Jo already grabbed drinks with Hill, Easter, and North. Food was ordered ahead of time. So, everything is about ready for the study session to begin.
Not that Arthit is all that interested in it.
He's exhausted, and the idea of doing this after his rounds is not exciting.
But he promised because he needs to graduate.
It's not in his plans to continue as a doctor after graduation, but the least he can do is get that degree for Direk to hang up and gloat about.
"P'Arthit?"
That quiet, slow voice catches Arthit off guard, making him lurch up in surprise.
Daotok doesn't usually talk to him first.
"Shorty?" Arthit's brow arches with his curiosity.
"Can I sit with you today?" asks Daotok quietly, his bag pressed against his chest.
"Yeah, but won't the brats be upset you're not sitting with them? Or did I miss something?" asks Arthit as his brows harshly furrow in confusion.
Study sessions are set so they can sit with their friends while being in the same area as their significant others. A way to combine their friend groups without missing out on necessary study time.
"Eh, they'll be fine. I want to draw a bit more, and there's not enough room over there," mutters Daotok pointedly as he narrows his eyes at the table where his friends are pouting at him. "They keep trying to feed me."
"Have you not eaten today?" asks Arthit as he arches a brow at him.
"I did! I had breakfast with P'Fah and Phoon, and Ter dragged me for lunch with P'Hill!" huffs Daotok as he turns his attention back to him, lips turned down into a barely there pout.
"Uh-huh, and you have to at least eat the veggies from my plate," says Arthit with a snort as he sits back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest while everyone settles into place. "Come on, Shorty, sit down and get comfortable."
"Do I have to eat?" asks Daotok with a grumble.
Arthit simply nudges his vegetables to the side Daotok will be sitting on and nods to the seat pointedly.
Doatok sighs, but Arthit knows he's not that mad because he's sort of smiling as he sets himself up. He even takes some veggies on his own, without Arthit having to remind him.
He really adores his Shorty.