Oh, clothes for the Tiny Gabriel and not for Campbell, huh? Well, that was more likely to work out at least. "I can help with that," he said, although he bapped Jack on the shoulder when he took it to underwear. "My suitcase isn't far. I'm sure we can find something for him."

He put the remains of his pizza slice down, and caught that blood under Jack's fingernails. This prompted a bit of a frown. "You'll tell me all about it once the dust settles, won't you?" Because he will be asking.

And then he was out the door, only to return within a minute or two with a full suitcase. Opening it up, he started to sort through. "Okay, no...no, no. This might work, no. Hmm, all the jeans could go, but it might be smarter to stick with the skinny jeans, that kid is a twig."

He separated out about four outfits, all coordinated and fairly dark colors, for Sasan. "Just tell him to use all of these. It feels better if you have some choices." He plopped the pile of folded clothes into Jack's hands.