Interesting. Expected, probably, if he thought on it enough. But still odd to think of a tiny boy being visited by the dead. "So this man finds out his kid can commune with the dead and rather than help you be in control of your time with them he just..." Crowley's nose wrinkled, squinching his glasses further up his face.
"That's really disgusting. I mean, I'm sure you know that, but it just is." Maybe the Dome hadn't been completely stupid thinking he could be someone's father. He had to be a right sight better than Old Senior Hargreeves. Which was saying a lot. "That's not how you get someone to face their demons - pardon the pun."
His brain, the annoyingly useless brain in the far too confining human body, was racing. There had to be other ways. "What is it about the drugs that does it? Do you hallucinate them away? Or does it just make you not care? I'm not being nosy, I mean, I guess I am being nosy, but I'm honestly attempting to help and believe me, I feel disgusting about it, too, but here I am just the same."