Connor is distracted by the window curtains scrapping from one end of the carpeted floor to another. It's distracting beyond belief. He feels the beginnings of a tension headache coming on, and rises from his chair, deciding to try and distract himself from the situation by inspecting himself more closely.
Now that he’s paying attention, he can tell his forehead looks noticeably larger than before. His hairline has apparently started receding, and a quick rub of the back of his head reveals that the hair there is somewhat thinner than the rest of the hair on his head.
With nothing softening his features, he looks… stern. His eyebrows are somewhat pinched, resting above a strong nose, and his eyes look much colder than he recall them being before. Even with the subtle roundness brought upon by age and weight, his jawline is still impressively sharp, his mouth thin and pressed into a tight, formidable line. If he were still 20, he’d be scared to approach himself. He’s grown into a hard, imposing man, despite his weight gain.
He finds himself still distracted by the curtains’s incessant scrapping. It's insufferable, really. His memories inform him that, in this reality, his accounting firm's intern James should of fixed the curtains. He readily admits that James is good at his job, but, well… his mouth pulls into a mean little sneer. “If he put as many hours into his work as he puts into going to the gym, he'd have the potential to be-“
He shakes his head. This isn’t him.
His memories inform him that James sometimes looks dejected, like a kicked puppy. It's such a ridiculous look to see on a hulking, hairy man that he has to stifle a derisive snort.
It may be odd, but he is feeling more and more at home in his new body. He barely notices the dull ache in his lower back, and he’s loathe to admit it, but he’s grown perhaps the tiniest bit fond of the added weight around his middle. It wouldn't do to get too skinny. A businessman needs some measure of physical presence, after all. Maybe he’s simply pawn it off on the intern, much like he’d do with-
James opens the door, startling you out of your thoughts. “Going to the gym” James’s eyes rest on his prominent belly.
He bites back a surge of irritation. Of course he'd be judgmental of his weight. Little did he know that it was the result of working hard, neglecting the unimportant aspects of his life in his feverish attempt to reach the top of the firm. He looks at James with a cold stern glare. James runs away again looking dejected, like a kicked puppy. Connor starts his new flabby mass with both hands and forgets the beans.