And, Blaze supposed as he walked out of the bathroom to fetch the glass of water on the nightstand, Arik would interrupt Blaze when Arik thought Blaze had been wandering the highways of his past for too long. They would go swimming, again. They’d watch another movie. They’d go for another round of shopping, suit buying, decadent spending. Go out drinking and to dinner and maybe dancing. Blaze loved to dance. He loved to move.And Arik, as it turned out, did too. One night they’d found a music channel on the TV in their room, and they’d acted like fools, spinning and waltzing and grinding. They’d climbed over chairs and sofas. They’d fussed over who got to lead, and they’d tumbled into a heap, sipping on rum and eating cheese off a silver tray.