Arthur might be surprised. Will Crichton like hearing it? No. But he's got a few of his own stories to tell. They really are a matched set.

"Hey..." Crichton's voice softens. The creak of the chair he's on announces that he's getting up, and a moment later, the sofa depresses as Crichton joins Arthur on it.

"You look like you have something you need to talk about. Tell me what's up?"