Lexie leaned into her dad's hug a little, grateful for his presence as they walked across campus. She pushed some stray hair behind her ear and looked at the ground. "Well... you kind of know that already Daddy," her tone was still soft, but at least it was even. "Not so great. Playing flute helped though. A little. It always does, right?" She glanced up from her feet and managed to give her father a weak smile. The last thing she wanted to do was worry him, but she could see in his face, in his movements, that he was definitely worried. "It's not as big of a deal as I'm making it," she added, trying to sound reassuring. "I'm sure I'll get over it in a day or two." Lexie had never been good at lying, especially to her parents. It would be a miracle if her dad believed her, but she at least had to try. What good was it making everyone else in the world worry about her? Everyone else had their own problems; they shouldn't have to be dealing with hers. Right?