Lexie winced. Damn. She hadn't meant to do that. It was sweet of him not to press, but... she almost wanted to tell him. Much as she didn't want him to worry, she felt like she had to tell someone. Even if it was just a dry run for eventually having to tell her parents. "It's... more than a concussion," she said slowly, averting her eyes as she spoke. "I think brain stuff happened before the falling down. I've been twitching a lot. So much that I can't play my flute anymore," a deep sadness filled her voice at these words, but she pressed on. "Anyway, it was the twitching that made me fall down the stairs in the first place. The doctors are trying to figure out what's wrong with me."
Lexie thought about this for a moment. "No," she concluded finally. "Because flattery implies that you're stretching the truth so you can butter me up, doesn't it?"