Things had been so hectic lately that Kol had hardly had time to sit and really be exhausted. Between Bekah being trapped in the cage and then emotionless and on the run, he hadn't stopped to let it all sink in, instead he was just running on stress, letting it run him for now. He was glad for Bekah to be back, but it was a reunion that was tainted by her time in the Cage. Kol had to wonder if he would ever really have his sister back or if he'd end up losing her to madness. People didn't understand how heightened everything was for them. They knew the concept, but feeling things the way they did was so different from a human.
Ever since the battle's end, Crowley had been busy securing his spot in Hell, making sure his demons were loyal. He'd done the ritual needed to save those in the Cage. A lot of his time was spent downstairs, but when he was topside, and wasn't busy elsewhere, Kol had taken a sort of solace in what timehe managed to snag with his demon. So, when Crowley mentioned that he had something for him, Kol could only contain his curiosity for a short while. He headed upstairs and slipped into the room silently. It wasn't intentional, but you hang around for a thousand years, you tend to fall into a habit of being as quiet as possible. And whether Crowley had noticed him or not, he wasn't sure, but for a short moment, Kol could see the sheer exhaustion written plainly across the demon's demeanor. "Seemed pretty anxious for this," he muttered, moving to pour himself a glass of scotch. He usually stuck to bourbon, personally, but had gained more of a taste for scotch than he'd had since being around Crowley.