"Thank you." It helps, a lot, but it also seems to stack with the weirder effects of the nausea spell. He feels a bit like he's floating in warm water. 

...He would like to put his head on Lan Xichen's shoulder, he decides. Is Lan Xichen close by enough for him to just do this or does he have to ask. 

Lan Xichen is still standing, due to the perhaps naive hope that he'll actually be able to do his homework.

"Can you sit with me?" Masozi asks plaintively. "You could do your homework there." 

"Okay," he says, and does not kiss the sad fragile person asking for him to help him. He just gets close enough for Masozi to hug him if he wants to.

Masozi tries to wiggle into a position where he can lean on Lan Xichen instead of on his pillows, and can still reach his water, but where he's not too much in the way of homework-doing. He's not sure if he succeeds at this, but he'll try to be quiet and unobtrusive and un-distracting from homework. 

Awwww.

He's a little bit distracting but not more so than doing homework with Meng Yao.

Masozi is trying not to be distracting and so he makes it an entire five minutes before he interrupts. 

"Were you mad at me? At lunch?" 

"No, I'm worried at lunch. I don't want you to die."

"Oh. I...don't want to die either. Yanli said I shouldn't trust Wei Wuxian on whether something's safe or not so I'll - be more careful." 

"It's my fault. Normally everyone who's my responsibility knows what other people in Shanghai enclave are like, so I don't think."

"Don't think it's your fault. If I'd been - paying attention - I'd've thought, Wei Wuxian forgot his room number, so he's not careful... Just didn't think." 

Masozi has in general been training himself to ask fewer questions when they might annoy people, but the spell side effects are making that much harder. 

"- Thought you might've been mad about the clothes. Seemed like you didn't want to talk to me." 

"I-- explain myself later when you're not on so much mind control? I'm glad about clothes."

"Oh. Okay. ...Should stop distracting you. Sorry."

Masozi snuggles up closer and lapses into silence again. He remembers to drink some more water, eventually, but then his eyelids are feeling very heavy, and he has wards on his room and Lan Xichen is right there and so he's safe and doesn't need to fight to stay awake. 

Awwwwwwwww.

...it is very important to be trustworthy and trustworthy people do not kiss other people's foreheads while they're asleep and then lie to them about it even if they're right there.

Masozi, if he had any way of knowing about this train of thought, would have some confusion about this definition of trustworthiness. He doesn't, though. 

It turns out that he occasionally makes cute noises in his sleep. 

Oh no that's so good.

Masozi's day is going like a thousand times better now that he's pretty sure he isn't actually going to die, and has spells to make him feel better, and water, and also snuggles from Lan Xichen! 

He wakes up after a while and finishes drinking his jug of water and then asks sleepily if he should practice Mandarin so he doesn't get behind. 

"Right now you rest so you get better. I sing?"

"I'd like that. If you're done your homework." He looks sort of blankly at his now-empty water jug. "...Can you get me more water first?" 

"Yes." He does so.

The last time Masozi was sick, he had to stay up all night anyway, keeping mals off his mother and sister, occasionally casting his two-hour ward over both of them and then trying to rest for a little while, with the only upside being that concentrating while feeling awful was helpful for generating mana. This is so much better! It's nice enough that he almost doesn't mind being sick, when it means that he gets snuggles and singing for an entire evening even though this is not, strictly, necessary for Lan Xichen to keep him safe from mals or make sure he's drinking water. 

He thinks Lan Xichen is very good, and drowsily tells him so.