Oh, Sinclair will laugh. But quietly, because Jack is a precious angel when he's dead asleep.
He dries the bowls and turns them upside down to dry, wandering back into the living room.
"Hey, kid, I was thinking--" he begins, but.
So much for not being sleepy. Cue the quiet laughter, along with some head shaking and walking away.
Somebody needs to buy that guy a real teddy bear, he's going to wake up and shoot himself in the face one day. That'll be a rude awakening.
For now, Sinclair decides to occupy himself reading a book in an arm chair in his room. It's not very often he finds time to read anymore; even now he forces down the reflexive feeling that he's wasting time. He has things he needs to do, if they ever want to get out of Rapture he needs to keep moving. But Jack needs his rest, and Sinclair can't leave without him. There's nothing for it, so he may as well make the most of it.
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He dries the bowls and turns them upside down to dry, wandering back into the living room.
"Hey, kid, I was thinking--" he begins, but.
So much for not being sleepy. Cue the quiet laughter, along with some head shaking and walking away.
Somebody needs to buy that guy a real teddy bear, he's going to wake up and shoot himself in the face one day. That'll be a rude awakening.
For now, Sinclair decides to occupy himself reading a book in an arm chair in his room. It's not very often he finds time to read anymore; even now he forces down the reflexive feeling that he's wasting time. He has things he needs to do, if they ever want to get out of Rapture he needs to keep moving.
But Jack needs his rest, and Sinclair can't leave without him. There's nothing for it, so he may as well make the most of it.