Grant looks down at the floor, fiddles with his training shirt. "I'm chubby, literally no muscle. Five foot six. But appearantly I've got this, erm, gene? Something about max muscle potential? I didn't quite understand it the way the doctors put it, but um, that's why I'm here. I, erm, don't exercise. Like ever." Weighing from one foot to the other, he looks up again, shyly. "I mean, I've got a job. Friends and hobbies. But sometimes you just wish you were... more, ya know?"