The mention of Henry's age makes Cooper stop dead in his tracks. He's never met someone so close to his own age. "I'm two hundred and thirty-four." That's not something he mentions very often or at all if he can help it. Cooper is quite touchy when it comes to the subject of his age.

"Looks like you got to reach your prime before you stopped aging. Lucky bastard." There's no anger behind the words, only a quiet sort of resentment, the kind that's built up over too many years of being stuck permanently in his teenage body.