“I’d say I could prove it to you,” Blaze said. “Thanks to the Internet and the constant data stream, there are scanned pictures of me that date back to the thirties. There’s a tiny cult based in Germany who thinks I might be Jesus. Even the Zaituc clan has a Wiki page. But…” Blaze shrugged. “If you’re like the last guy who tried to comprehend all this, you’d just tell me that—”
“The evidence can be doctored,” Arik said. “Photoshop. It’s all…It could all be altered. There’s no way…Oh God.” Arik ran into the doorframe leading into the bedroom. He wrung his hands. “There’s no way. You can’t be crazy. You just can’t be, Blaze. What fucking God would put us together after all that shit went down with my…” His eyes flew wide. “Am I supposed to make sure youdon’t jump off a…do you need a…Do I even know a shrink? My therapist is good, but she’s not thatgood. Christ…”
“Arik.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you love me?”