" This is kind of insane, isn't it?" I asked. " I've only known you for a few days." " Five days. Six days if you include today." His blue eyes met mine, our foreheads still touching. " It's not insane. Insanity is a state of mind which prevents normal perception and/or behaviours." I chuckled at his clinical reply, but he pulled back so he could see my face properly and shrugged. " Jack, what I perceive of you, and how I've conducted myself in your company is with full mental cohesion." His cheeks stained with colour. " And Einstein would have you believe that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." He bit his lip and laughed at himself, I think. " But I don't want different results. I wouldn't change a thing. "