[ He scoffs at the threat. It's not actually a threat, and on some level he knows it, but on another higher level he's having what we'll delicately call a bad mental health day, so it halfway sounds like a threat anyway.

He makes a similar sound at 'he is in love with you', but this one's more upset, the corners of his mouth dragging down in a miserable sort of come off it. If Crichton loves him, then it seems to Arthur that his love isn't doing very much good for either of them. ]

Then talk to them about anything else. If he wants to confess to something, say he lied to me for months, or hell-- say I'm, I'm angry for no good fucking reason, or make something up, I don't care! I don't care what, but don't stand there and fucking pretend he had to talk about her!