The tension that came from her removing her sweater was pretty impossible to miss, but Lucy wasn't sure quite what to make of it. Really, she was waiting for him. If he had any interest in doing more, she wouldn't have hesitated at all. She wanted to do this right, but also she was a nineteen year old girl who'd spent roughly a year and a half total sharing someone's bed. Going slow was as much her decision as his, but that didn't mean other options hadn't crossed her mind.

"You, uh -" she tried to begin, then cut herself off with what wasn't quite a laugh, shaking her head as she took the t-shirt from his hand. "Thanks." Deliberately looking anywhere that wasn't at Ryan, she slipped one arm out of the tank top's strap, then switched the hand his shirt was in to pull out the other, too. Then, finally, she tugged her own shirt up and over her head, tossing it in the direction of her sweater before she moved to put on his. Probably she ought to have turned away herself, in the few moments that her chest was left exposed, but she didn't quite find it in herself to. She had his shirt on quickly enough, anyway.