My brother and I, we were both relatively good-looking guys growing up, but we had our awkward stages, where we were just hard to look at.

I used to have this fantasy when I was growing up where Princess Leia would be in the slave Leia costume and she would be in a vat of Breyer's ice cream. A recurring dream where I would eat my way to her.

I was a nerd growing up, and I'm a little antisocial and awkward.

I liked Roy Jones, Sugar Ray Leonard, Ali... those were the guys I was looking at growing up.

I didn't have a good childhood growing up.

He looked, well, sturdier than he used to. His shoulders were square and, naturally, broader than before. His neck, a bit thicker. He probably had an Adam’s apple now too, like any man did. If he turned, would she see it starkly in profile, protruding awkwardly? And, then, he did turn, just a smidge, as he stifled a yawn, and there was nothing awkward about him.