Lydia shook her head, frowning, unmoving. The last thing she needed was to compound whatever the hell was going on in her head by blurring the lines even more than she already had, if such a thing was even possible at this point. "It's probably just the hormones, Stiles, I'm fine."
What else was she supposed to say? The truth didn't make any goddamned sense, not even to her, and Stiles knew her well enough to know when she was lying, so that was no good either.
"How was your day?" she asked after a moment, in the interest of changing the subject. "Since we've established mine was long and exhausting."