His clothes were always too big or too tight, he'd never had anything that actually really fit. When his mother was sewing, she tried her best to make everything work, but she left space saying how he'd grow as tall as his father. He hadn't yet so the sleeves on everything hung long and he rolled up his pants legs. At least with Mark, she didn't put in as much room, because Mark was still growing and growing more.

Every time he pulled on his sleeve, he was reminded that he wasn't fully grown yet, he saw it in how the men in town looked at him. He wasn't worth their time, he was just there to be dealt with and never respected.