That's fair enough, he supposes, even if he doesn't understand her reasoning very well at all.

But who knows when Jack will return, and they can't just sit in silence forever. And wow, does Sinclair ever have some questions.

"We, um--"

Okay, awkward take-off, if you're going to talk about this you need to commit. Come on, Sinclair.

"We were out today, the kid and I were," he gestures vaguely at the door as if Jack were about to come through at any second. "It was something of a learning experience for me."

He laughs, trying to keep the conversation genial, but. He remembers Jack's fury, finding him in that room, the look on his face. How much he wished that hadn't happened. And Sinclair's own expression drops a little.

"He didn't want me to know," he says to his coffee. "Can't really say I blame him, if it were me."

He looks up again, making direct eye contact with Tenenbaum. He keeps his tone unaccusing, more on the curious-sounding side, but he needs to know.

"...Why did you do it?"