[Costigan basically reads Jack's mind on that fact.] You can read between the lines. If she doesn't want to talk about it, don't make her. Help with the bakery or somethin'. She could use that.

[He glances up to the empty space out of habit before dropping his gaze again. The undercover takes a sip of coffee to kill time, trying to be as natural as possible while speaking to someone invisible. The change in his expression is minor, but someone who knows him well enough would recognize the discontent hidden beneath it.]

It's not my place. Olivia should be looking at them. [A pause, because he knows why she's not. What they were just talking about.]