{Not that. It's because it's you.}

Cesar looks at him for several seconds, before pinching the bridge of his nose. The hand drops quickly: Lazarus might take it the wrong way, and Cesar is realizing that letting him figure things out on his own not only won't help anything, but might not even happen.

He hopes he's right.

{L, has Misa ever been affectionate towards you?}

Maybe this will help him towards the discovery.