The leverage is all wrong, and Misa is a tiny thing. Lazarus pulls himself up rather than leaving the bulk of the effort to her, cautiously joining her in the bed.

"It is true that we aren't dating," he murmurs. "I will refrain, and face away from you, like this..."

He curls on his side; she can come in contact with the curved shell of his back, but nothing else unexpected or unwanted this way.