Cooper floated above the counter, indulging in his new favorite pastime. Edwin made regular mention of his age, but the man never took into account the fact that he looked amazing. Even the tiny gray hairs that curled at his temples and his nape only contributed to his distinguished look. And he had kind eyes. He treated everybody with a certain baseline of kindness. Cooper liked to think he had treated people the same when he was alive, but he had been eighteen. He assumed he hadn’t been a particularly considerate kid, though he couldn’t really remember.