Looking at his uncle now all Crowley could think back to were the times extended family - and mom and dad - had commented on how much he looked like his uncle Sunny. Crowley didn't want to, but he could kind of see it; it was strange especially when he looked more like Sunny than like his own father. Another joke genetics liked to play on unsuspecting people, he supposed.
The more he looked the more Crowley wanted to ask why he had left, even if his dad had told him to. Due to his own guilt Crowley couldn't believe he had been the only one who hadn't seen any of this coming; surely Sunny had noticed something was even more wrong with his father than it appeared. On the other hand...Crowley had been with the man every day and had basically hoped for the best whenever his dad seemed a little off. What could Sunny have done differently had he stayed? Maybe nothing, maybe everything.
It hadn't occurred to Crowley that Sunny would probably already have a key. The key wasn't even just a key at that point; it was a way to maintain distraction, something to keep them busy until Crowley could come up with another one. Only...he hadn't, so far. Looking down at the boxes, Crowley realized Sunny might have brought it with him. He immediately picked up a box and made his way to the room that had been his uncle's and would be again. In between it had been a guest room, so it was well maintained. Crowley placed the box on the floor, pointing at the unmade bed and the clean sheets folded neatly on it. "Figured you'd like to make your own bed." And he honestly couldn't be bothered to make his own let alone someone else's at the moment.