Allan, being a lanky tall man himself, didn’t quite get your self-consciousness of your build on a personal level, but he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try to understand. He always bluntly regarded you with a "You look fine, I don't know why you're so worried," until he realized that, indeed, that was not doing you any favors. That led to this conversation, seated beside each other on your shared bed, Allan looked over you, hesitance on his face. "You know, regardless of how much you seem to think you look disproportionate, you always look good," he started, one eye in a wince as he tried to soothe things over. He had caught your gaze in the mirror before said conversation, noting the silent all-encompassing self-hatred you directed at your own reflection, causing this swift response from him. He didn't want to make things harder on you, and sure as hell didn't want to see you crumble, but he knew it was eating away at you and he had to settle your thoughts ASAP.