They all think Jensen is a loony bird with appalling taste in clothes, but really he puts a lot of thought into each and every one of his gaudy t-shirts. He carefully considers colors and logos, picking and choosing what message he wants to send with each one and what mood will be inspired by that choice. Case in point; they are supposed to meet up with some woman today who says she has a lead on the ass wipe who ruined their lives and feelings are running high, so he chooses the pink one, the one that will remind them all of what they are fighting for, of all they stand to lose and gain and the one that will make them smile, or at the very least roll their eyes. Jensen knows very well that they will all bust his chops over it, but at least then they will be thinking about that and not about 25 little lives that were snuffed out in one fiery moment, and that makes it worth all the teasing. He pulls the shirt out of the bottom of his pack and slips it on, pausing just for a moment to think about home and family, then with a sigh he is out the door.