All I can do is shrug slightly and say, "I didn't think it was that bad, it's only started to hurt a bit more now." I lower my gaze as saying it, not wanting to be looking into my brother's eyes, scared of their reactions. And it's pretty much true. It wasn't too bad; I could still walk on it. It's only since I fell on it twice today that I've actally started seeing some small problems and pain.