Theodore moaned. He stared at the mirror, and rubbed his tubby little belly.
He moaned again. It was louder than the last one, and Simon heard it clearly.
"Theo, what's the matter?"
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just about me."
"Well, what's wrong?"
"C'mon Simon! Look at me! I'm fat and small! I'll never get a girlfriend if I keep looking like this!"
"Aw, Theodore, you shouldn't let low self-esteem get the best of you. You're short and sweet. You have a really big heart, and you are kind to everyone you meet. That's the most important thing!"
"Thank you, brother! I feel a bit better."
"Besides, I think Eleanor is very fond of you!"
Theo's face lit up. He had the biggest crush on Eleanor, and the fact that his brother somewhat knew through the grapevine that she like him made happiness pour back into his soul.
"You really think so?"
"I know so. And probably because you're just yourself."