Sinclair exhales, fighting with himself. Inviting Jack back to the place where he sleeps, where he keeps his belongings, is an act of trust he hasn't afforded anyone else since he came to Rapture. But then again, he hasn't been this pinched for a second pair of hands since he came here either. And so when he speaks, it's with no small amount of reluctance, though he does a rather excellent job of coming off as warm and inviting.
"Well that won't do at all, we're not gonna get very far with you stumbling over yourself in exhaustion. I've got a sofa with your name on it, kid."
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"Well that won't do at all, we're not gonna get very far with you stumbling over yourself in exhaustion. I've got a sofa with your name on it, kid."