Sinclair can hear the rummaging in his cupboards from his room, where he's rummaging through his own drawers for something that might fit Jack. He's a tall kid, taller than Sinclair, and even if by some miracle he can find a shirt to fit him, any bottoms are going to be too short.

...Well, it's only for the night. He'll survive. Worse has happened to him, right?

And just a few minutes after the tap starts running, Sinclair finds an undershirt and a pair of solid blue pajama pants that have always been a little long on him and hopes for the best.

"Hey, kid?" He knocks on the bathroom door. "I found a couple things you can wear for the night, I don't know how well they're--"