A sigh of relief made Crowley deflate in such a way he felt shorter. It wasn't that he didn't want to have that conversation ever, it was that he was better off if no one expected a time frame in which he had to do that. Crowley needed to set things straight in his head before he could think about exposing them - no one needed to see inside his head without a filter right now.
Sunny's proposition sounded amazing to Crowley, who nodded in earnest as he spoke. He wasn't sure it translated how grateful Crowley was at his uncle's understanding, but he smiled when Sunny reminded him that they were family. The 'little crow' moniker earned Sunny an amused side-eye, but Crowley moved toward the kitchen anyway. "I hope you know I haven't really stocked the kitchen properly yet. There's the essentials but..." He shrugged. Sunny was supposed to be the good cook, he'd figure it out.