George had felt the dangerous, dark edge of violence rising up in him for several days now. He couldn't fix Patrick. He couldn't stab Lucifer's shiny, demonic face and save Joey. He couldn't do anything to help at all besides wait, and patience had never been his strong suit.
Someone was going to get hurt if he stayed in this mood. Better to be around someone who he couldn't hurt at all and get the violence out of his system.
"I think there's a meth lab in the building next door," George said conversationally as he walked in War's apartment.