Crowley shrugged. He had given up trying to find a reason, this place did not need them. It totally proved that logic wasn't necessary for existance and physics were just something made up by humans. “I would say Petersen; he’s always worth a guess. But if I knew how he is able to do these things I’ll be damned.”
„I thought about dealing with it the human way: Getting seriously drunk and then grab some sleep until it’s over.” Crowley nodded. That was a fine plan, a very fine plan indeed. His arm reached for bottle the angel had just put back on the table and filled a glass which was downed shortly after.