"You know you're worse about talking to yourself than I am." Which is saying a lot.

Crichton comes and sits beside Arthur again, putting a hand on his thigh to add some physical support while Arthur works himself through the process of convincing himself to come out with it.

"That can happen. So I'm told." Shh, he maybe had a reefer phase in college. "It's okay if it does again, I'll be right here with you. I can think of some good ways to get you relaxed if that helps?"