Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli keep Masozi company all evening, and by the end of it he's feeling a lot steadier. The inside of his head feels much less like it's made of spiderweb-cracked glass, jagged-edged and transparent and all too fragile to the next shock. 

He's sitting on his bed, working on math logic puzzles. They're incredibly satisfying. He's done most of the book at this point.