Crowley shifted in his seat. He rolled his shoulders, and settled back after a moment. "After two," he answered her question with a shrug. He'd been sitting at the side of her bed since the evening before. HIs back ached from it, but he banished the ache with a thought.
"You look like hell, Anna." He smiled just slightly. He considered himself an expert on the subject of hell. Not just any old expert, he was the expert, and Anna definitely looked it. "You need a shower, and clean clothes."