"Well, the kissing is definitely right." Lucy replied, almost teasing, as her smile widened. She was slightly more serious again a moment later, though; even if she wasn't used to the whole talking it over thing, she knew better than to joke the entire time. "So... it just depends, I guess, on what you're - we're - ready for." There was no way to make it simple, though. Both of her relationships, though in different ways, had gone far with little time at all. She'd dated Daniel her junior and senior years of high school, and while it was never official, they were as good as engaged before he was killed. With Jude, they were living together the day she first came to New York, sleeping together after the first night they kissed. That first part, she was sure, would've been too much for her -- after finding Max in Jude's bed, she wasn't about to go inviting herself to live with someone -- but any official title, or anything beyond just kissing, was in his hands. She was far enough removed from Jude that she'd be able to move on. Where he stood, after the news he'd received about Marissa, was what would really determine it, as far as she was concerned.