[Scorpius' completely neutral expression and tone have no hint as to whether or not he's actually sorry. But when Crichton slips back down, he's there to grasp his arm and sit him back into bed]

No, John. Remain here for the next thirty or so microts. By then, all effects of the seizure should have passed.

It was an attempt to separate the two of you and nothing more. Admittedly I should have warned you, but that would have been warning the clone as well. I needed to catch you unaware.