"Yeah, I recognize it," Roy said, lifting up the shirt and studying it. "Phoebe makes it for me. In the future. She chose the colors cause they spell out my name and then gave it to me on Uncle's day and I had to stop myself from asking 'What the fuck is this?'"
Yeah, that was definitely his size. "Jamie and I saw it in that fucking tunnel," he said, explaining how he knew it was from the future. "How the fuck..."
If he knew the shirt was just a random occurrence, that everything was fine back home, he might have been pleased to see it. But the not knowing? That left him feeling deeply unsettled.