It suits him too, although the sleeves on the robe are a little too short. He looks happy, which isn't something Sinclair thinks he's seen on Jack since they met. Sick joy at tearing down their attackers, perhaps, but not real happiness.

He allows himself a small smile as he turns around to wash their dishes.

"Why don't you go relax, chief? You had a rough night, if you want to catch a cat nap you're welcome to the mattress in there." You know. Since he hogged it all last night.