"Oh no," Sinclair says, laughing in earnest now and shaking his head a bit too enthusiastically. "I'll make my way in, you go on inside and make yourself comfortable," he insists.

The medicine cabinet in his bathroom is really not that far away, under normal circumstances it would have been ten, maybe fifteen seconds of walking time from the front door. He just needs to get used to the feeling of putting pressure on that leg and then he'll be hobbling his way over there in no time. Yeah. No time at all. He's not being stubborn or anything okay, he can do this.