Something about the way he says 'it is true we aren't dating' sends butterflies through her chest; his voice is as monotone as ever, but Misa reads into it all sorts of sentiments, like 'we could be' or 'unfortunately'.

"Okay. That... fixes that."

Misa lies down behind him, throwing the blanket back over the two of them and grabbing a pillow. She keeps some space between them at first, but eventually grows bolder and presses against his back.

"I think you're a good person, Lazarus," she whispers against his ear.