One tux immitation jacket, vest, shirt, a tie, and three jeans.
Avar shook his head. "Vinns a scientist, but he cares for his subjects enough to... adopt them? And then your lucky enough to end up in this place with both your wife and someone you care about enough to call your son. Lucky, man."
"He lost his family years ago, and these girls are like daughters to him. And yes, it is lucky." Willard smiled, and then picked Avar up. "Time to give you meds."
"You're lucky too, because you are a part of my family now." He carried Avar to his room, gently setting him on the bed. "Vinn should be here with the medicine, and I need to heat you up some soup."
Avar just looked at him a bit, with an unreadable expression in his eyes, before closing it again. "...Soup sounds great, except I dont really want to eat anything."
Vinn was accessing info, writing in his journal, printing and doing an array of other things he was good at while Catalin hung over his shoulder like a shadow, trying to figure out what was going on.