He’d known that changes were going to be made when he first accepted the job under his elder brother’s pay-roll, but just how far they’d go, he wasn’t made certain. Heading to Jim’s flat that morning, he has a small sheet of paper (which disclosed his current measurements) in one hand and some fancy caramel coffee shop drink in the other, thinking this was just going to be a quick exchange of just how big his suit would need to be. They shared a similar frame, but Jim was smaller in the stomach and chest, where as Richard had a small, but slightly protruding gut. He was considered the most common weight for his height and age.

Using the keys he has to the flat, he pushes them through the key-hole and lets the door creek open, peeking his head in to see if Jim was around. “I’ve got the paper!,” Rich calls inside, stepping all the way in and slipping the sheet onto the living room table. That was easy enough, he thinks, considering Jim wasn’t in his line of vision. He’d just drop it off and leave. With that, Richard turns back around, stepping towards the front door and humming a tune to himself.