Crichton's hand on Arthur's shoulder is a reassuring backup. But even with that, Arthur spends longer than a moment rooted in place.

Despite what he said out loud, it feels so wrong for things to just... suddenly be over. No denouement, no close, no climactic alliance or betrayal, just... over. Over from one moment to the next, because the Captain on a whim happened to pluck them into his world at different times and in different bodies.

But separation is what he wanted for the whole time they were together, right? Arthur got John out of his head, and his eyes are fucked, and his nerves haven't gone back to normal. John got a body of his own, and a cosy place trapped in a shitty little pocket dimension where everyone will know not to trust him. They both got what they wanted, and it was shit for both of them.

And so Arthur does something that he's never been able to do before:

He walks away from John.