"P'Dean, it's your turn. Sleep and I'll wake you up when our professor gets here," Dean smiles gratefully but holds out his hand to him. Pharm looks at the outstretched hand, eyes wide in confusion. "Give me your arm, you know, as a pillow," Pharm happily complies. A light tap on his left shoulder made Pharm look back and sees a senior classmate. Pharm wais with his free hand. "Hello, nong Pharm. Are you and Dean dating? We're curious cause some of my friends ship you with Dean, but some ship you with Nong Team." The senior asks. Pharm gawks and whispers confusedly, "W-w-what?"