The carrots were nearly mush when James finally stopped. "Smaller," he repeated, because obviously any growing teen would have been smaller a year or two ago. But it wasn't the first time somebody had made such a comment about Steve.
"Can't picture it," he frowned, wanting to ask for pictures as proof, but not sure he could handle actually seeing anything. He didn't even have any pictures of himself, from before.
"Glad that... yeah, good it all worked out for you," he smiled weakly, dropping his fork to pat Steve's muscular chest. "Looks good."