"I'm older than I look," he insisted. "I always looked...smaller."

Granted, the shoes were getting more snug and the pantlegs a little shorter, but not by much. Not noticeable yet. "So maybe older than that."

He ducked a branch – a well timed, validating branch. See, he had to duck things, too! But what did it matter, his age? A lot of people seemed to be really intent on knowing...

"How old are you?"