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13N10 [VIDEO]

[Costigan appears on screen, frowning but seemingly less anxious and restless than usual.]

I forgot almost everyone here I know for over two weeks. [A beat.] I remember now.

[He doesn't mention that it hurt both physically and emotionally when that happened, or how he might have intentionally overdosed himself if not for Abigail's presence.]

Anyone ever find anything out about that?

[97% encrypted to Arthur]
Thanks for helping.

[97% encrypted to Abigail]
Dinner tonight?

[97% encrypted to Olivia] - added later
How you holdin' up?

[97% encrypted to Evandau] - added later
Can we talk?

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I know.

[Doesn't make it any better though.]

See you soon, guy.

[ Jack will come by a little bit later, ready thermos in tow as Costigan has probably gotten used to seeing. He debates using the door for a moment, rather than his usual window entry but figures Costigan will be expecting the latter and a little normalcy can go a long way. He knocks lightly on the glass, as its been too cold lately to leave it open. ]

Hey Billy.

[Costigan looks up when he hears the noise and he immediately catches sight of the frost on the window where he presumes Jack is knocking at. The undercover straightens from some papers he's looking over, a box of files sitting beside him on the floor, and then stands from the couch to move over and slide the window open for the guy.]

Hey. [He frowns at not being able to see Jack, his recent experience with magic making him hate it all the more.]

Thanks.

[ He never reins in the ice trails he leaves, not around Costigan. It's a poor stand-in for actual sight but it's all he can offer at the moment. He doesn't know why the undercover was able to see him in the other Plane and when he'd been affected by Zatanna's misspell. The first he supposed was somewhat understandable given what he gleaned of it: a place shaped by their minds. But the latter especially stung, moreso because of Jack's own excitement at thinking Costigan had finally believed. He kept all traces of that disappointment tightly locked away however, setting down the metal thermos and not one but two mugs this time, the trio of items wavering into sight a moment later. ]

You look like you could use the break.

[The undercover shrugs off the comment, never having been one to be babied or cared for. He feels guilt for forgetting Jack, and for barely believing in the guy now, even after actually seeing some semblance of him, but he refuses to accept magic as a potentially good thing.

Right now, however, his focus is on trying to reconnect with ally he abandoned and forgot.] I'm fine. How have you been?

[ A statement of act was hardly babying, and he doubted if Costigan could see him that the Bostonian would ever hesitate to tell him he looked like crap if that were the case, but Jack just mentally shrugs. ]

I've been... all right. There's some stuff going on right now that's complicated. Not with me so much, but other people.

People you care about?

[Costigan moves to grab the thermos, unscrewing the lid and pouring each of them a cup. He continues speaking as he does this and as he returns the thermos to its position on the ledge.]

You know if you need help, I'm around. I told you I remember everything- everyone again, good and bad. You can run things by me without me interfering, or you can call in a favor if you need someone.. taken care of.

[Yeah, he's basically offering to beat the shit out of someone for Jack, if needed. While part of him is still a cop, the other part is still a criminal.]

Yeah, on both sides.

[ Jack takes the one cup, curling his fingers around it. Almost immediately his touch begins leeching the heat out of it, cooling it to a more comfortable temperature for him. ]

Thanks Billy. It's something I'm keeping an eye on for right now... kind of don't want to get any more involved unless I have to.

[ Then another thought strikes him and he pauses to consider bringing it up, lifting the cup and taking a small sip. The bitterness of it makes him wince but he swallows it down anyway, glad the undercover can't see the expression. How do you drink this stuff all the time... ]

I wouldn't mind a little advice though. Have you ever known a person and you were sure that you... thought of them a certain way, and then it turns out you actually think of them differently?

[The undercover nods to the former, understanding how those situations can be. He hates them and tends to avoid them at all costs, especially when he cares more than a little, but he respects that not everyone reacts the same way. Jack, of all people, seems the type to be right at the heart of it, trying to act as diplomat.

The thought makes him smile, but the disappearance of the second cup wipes that expression away back to neutrality.

To the latter, his muscles naturally tense. Madolyn. His face contorts with a mixture of idle suspicion and confusion.]

Sure, yeah. Who's the lucky girl?

[ Jack starts to shake his head then stops when he remembers that Costigan can't see him and sighs a little instead, a little chagrined that the man had zeroed in on the intent of his question so quickly. ]

It... that part doesn't matter, it's not mutual and that's-- fine. I just... does it ever change back?

[Costigan looks to the space where Jack should be, brows pulling together in both thought and concern. Then, at the discomfort of staring vaguely at nothing, he drops his gaze to his coffee instead.]

Most of the time. Yeah. After awhile, you find someone else or you lose interest. Doesn't help much if you stay friends though. [Says the man who fails at close relationships in general.] How do you know it's not mutual?

[ Jack thinks about Charlotte, who he watched grow from a young woman to a mother and feels an ache two hundred years later. Losing interest probably wasn't going to work; it's not necessarily bad advice, it's just not as relevant to Jack as it might have been to other people. ]

She likes someone else. Someone from her home, who's also here.

You either show her you can better or you accept it won't work and move on. [He's all very matter-of-fact about it because his limited experience allows him to be. Abigail very briefly flashes in his thoughts, how he's trying to pull her away from Hannibal, but it's not the same.]

[A beat.] Honestly? You should ask someone else, guy.

Yeah...

[ Well, the first option was out the window. The second he was still puzzling over how to accomplish. But it was, strangely, a relief to know that he wasn't missing anything glaringly obvious. ]

No, that's all right. I asked because I knew you wouldn't just say what you thought would go over well.

So, what's with all the paperwork?

[At least Jack knows him fairly well. He considers arguing that he hasn't spent much time dating before decided to let it go, instead focusing on the paperwork and frowning.]

Lincoln Lee disappeared. Olivia asked me to look over his files, see if I'm familiar with anything.

[ Jack frowned for a moment, searching his memory. ]

Does it have anything to do with when he asked if someone could phase through a wall? It figures now that I can actually do that, he's gone home.

Not so far. He had a lot going on that he didn't share with me. I'll let you know if it comes up though.

[Costigan gives a shrug, returning his gaze to the coffee in his hand and taking another long sip.]

Hmm...

[ He thought for a moment, then shook his head. He hadn't pressed any further on that particular point either, having not been able to do what Lincoln had asked. ]

How is Olivia doing? They were partners, right?

[He frowns a little, but nothing beyond his usual scowl.]

She's as good as she can be, but you should ask her, if you're worried.

I will, but I think she's the type to say she's fine.

[ Like both Jack and Costigan were; he sounds wry and amused when he says it, then pauses to take another tentative sip of the coffee. ]

But looking over his work gives you something to focus on, right?

[ "Rather than thinking about other things." ]

[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.]

All right, I'll try that.

[ He'll make time for the bakery between his other projects. ]

Maybe... but it says a lot that she trusts you to do it, right?

[He stares down at his coffee, the equivalent of another shrug, really.]

Lincoln trusted me and we both trust Lincoln. Same reason I'm workin' with her now.

[Costigan straightens and shifts his weight, a subtle gesture of discomfort. Jack probably knows him well enough by this point to know it means the undercover prefers a change a subject.]

[ Jack does recognize it and gracefully cedes the topic to another one. ]

Did you get enough vouchers for the cold weather? I've been trying to keep the cold dry, so it won't be like Boston's dampness.

[Costigan chuckles at that, both out of discomfort and nostalgia.]

Yeah, I'm good. Thanks, guy.

[He takes another long sip of his coffee, pauses, and then finishes it off.]

And thanks for stopping by.

13N10 [VIDEO]

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