"That's not what I said, Glitch," Jeb replies with the air of someone much older than his years. "I know you're a headcase, and I know you're Ambrose, and I am worried. I have the right to worry about my father going head over heels because of someone who struggles with his own mind half the time, and is someone completely different the rest."

He smiles slightly, amused for some reason he can't think of. "And it's not what I was going to say, either."