[No REALLY?! Crichton closes his eyes and presses his lips together to hold back these words just begging to be screamed in Scorpius' face. A few slow breaths later and he thinks he can trust himself not to fly off the handle completely.]

You...

[There is still a dangerous thrum of anger in his tone, no mistaking it.]

You hesitate...to think?

[He makes a sound that's a marriage of a scoff, a laugh and a sob.]

How is it? You wanna know? Well it hasn't exactly been sunshine and rainbows over here. Your little mini-me bastard isn't all that happy with this situation. Neither am I, but I guess you could already guess that.