The smile that tugs at his lips is awkward, polite. He shrugs and his thumbs fidget against the mug handle. "It's good, I guess. I don't really think about it much. Except when people talk about me having my grandfather's eyes. Durants don't often have green eyes, so they mention it a lot."

It feels strange to be talking about how he looks, and he'd rather not think about his knobbly features and gangly form. He's eager to turn it away from himself. "You... Do you look like your mother?"