Arthur isn't the only one holding his breath. Crichton can feel his toes curling around the edge of the diving board while he stares down into what feels like one of the highest dives of his life. (And he hasn't even smoked yet.)

His breath comes out in a startled mixture of a gasp and a moan the moment Arthur goes for it. Here they both are--in the deep water. Some part of him is still waiting to feel... disgusted? Unsure? He's neither. What he is, is extremely impatient for Arthur to do more than just hold on. He wants more. He could almost cry from the relief.

So, what better way to break the surface tension now, than with a patented terrible Crichton joke? "Looks like he's happy to meet you."