An eyebrow goes up and Loki gives him a look that says 'Not my fault'.

We'll find something, he signs in an attempt to reassure his brother, pushing away from the counter and moving over silently to see what sort of progress he was making with the shirt. His nose immediate scrunched in distaste and he reached out to rest a hand over his brother's, shaking his head and signing with his free ha. Not worth it. Wait.

Motioning for him to stay, Loki slipped out of the room and off to another part of the house where he had stockpiled various supplies--clothes, blankets, things of that nature. It took a minute or two of sorting through things but he managed to find a long sleeve shirt that was a couple sizes too big for him and returned to the kitchen, holding it out.

Better than nothing. Just might be tight.