His shoulders shift a little at her question and his face turns toward her as she muses over the answer herself, his lips lifting a little at their edges. His head dips though, chin almost touching his chest for a minute at her assumptions.

"I never was good at sports. No one was ever interested in having me on their team." It feels like a lifetime ago. He's got friends now. Friends that insist on being on his team despite knowing how messed up he can be. It goes a long way toward filling that hole in his childhood even if the insecurity from it isn't probably ever going to be gone for good. His chin comes back up. "I train. I like tinkering though. Fixing things." It made him feel useful. "There's a lot to fix where I live."

Physical and emotional. He felt more confident in the physical area.