Despite the fact that she was the one who left their last encounter sobbing, somehow Misa feels like Lazarus looks just as bad as her, if not worse. She almost doesn't want to ask what it is he's seen... but she has to. That's the point of this, to get everything out there and try to figure things out together.

She accepts the hot chocolate and marshmallows, offering him a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. Putting the bag down on her lap, she pats a spot on the bed next to her. The folding chair looks spectacularly uncomfortable.

"We're probably going to be here a while."