This honesty thing is kind of great, isn't it? If by kind of great one means the opposite of that. Apparently this is Peter's night for violating the privacy of everyone he knows. Surely his morbid curiosity is more important than anyone else's feelings.

Peter sits up straight, unsure if he's going to prompt her to say more or explain what's going on. There's a flutter in his chest when Lucy admits she wants -- no, she said needs -- exclusivity, and he hops to his feet in a flash to follow her.

"Lucy!" he calls, scurrying to catch up and reaching out to catch her by the arm. "Lucy, stop, come back here!"