"Am I insane?” I ask Adam, not sure why I do.
“It depends,” Adam says.
“It depends?”
“On whether it’s more important to know if you’re insane, or to know who you are,” he says.
"Does that mean you're going out on a date with me?" he says.
"Not again," I sigh. "Why do you want to go on a date with me? I don't know you."
"Let's see. We've saved a girl together, fought a bunch of red-hooded monsters, and now escaped an old woman who thinks she is a cat. I’ve kissed girls before saying hello. You're practically my wife now. We even have kids."