"Arthur," Crichton says gently. "I get it. It's not easy to just turn that fear off." Arthur has to remember how he reacted when it felt like his hands were being tied, right?

Crichton's fingers stroke the hairs on Arthur's chest, pointedly avoiding those scars that still stand out so prominently.

"Why don't we go back to the original plan? Think you might be relaxed enough by now to give smoking a try?"