George had been sitting in the chair near his window, brooding. He was perfectly aware that brooding just tended to make him angry and getting angry at Lucifer was a good recipe for doing something stupid, but it was like picking at a scab. He couldn't help himself.
Patrick calling for him gave him the motivation he needed to get out of his chair, though, and George headed into the living room.
"Everything okay?" George asked, reaching down to scratch Grey Cat's ears. (Kellan would always be Grey Cat, Fluffy Ball of Hate in George's mind.)