Crowley tilted his head towards the stereo, his face scrunching up a little at the choice of music, but at least it served it's purpose. He picked up his drink, taking a sip from it.

"You know how she is, once she gets upset about something, it takes her weeks to come down off her high horse again."

He'd noticed the tone, and sat back a little, contemplating his drink. There it was again, the desire to talk, to get things off his chest. The trick was now to get to that point without making either of them feel awkward and foolish talking about Feelings.

"But I'm sure she'll deal with it eventually. We all have to, right? In whatever way we can."