[Floor Time was an important part of his work at the Archives, because the hours were always long and the work hugely incomprehensible at the best of times. That's not even to mention the couple of weeks he just had to live there, so like... fuck it, man. The office floor is his friend. He barely tilts his head up when Crowley speaks, not so much to see him as it is to hear and figure out if he recognizes the voice.]

I think when there's too much to do, sometimes, you just... don't. And right now. I'm picking don't. What are they going to do, fire me?

[That's more of a joke than Crowley knows. What is it with him and never-ending, unquittable jobs? Will the pain never end.]