Blinking faintly then nodding, Sizhui does as told, focuses on eating and drinking, slowly but surely finishing the cookies first, lingering a moment on the remaining bit of water.

He continues watching Jiang Cheng, becoming more and more surprised by how kind he actually is rather than the usual hard-ass front he has up when in professor mode. Thankfully, he's quite skilled in the art of steeling his expression, even when the man returns with a soft, warm blanket that he doesn't hesitate burying into once it's wrapped around him.

With the bottle finally finished, he shifts, sets it aside on the desk and ducks back into the comforter, doe-eyed as he meets Jiang Cheng's gaze, waits patiently for him to say something, anything.