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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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[ 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.

No problem. I'd have stopped by sooner but... you've always seemed to have company.

[ A light note of teasing; there'd been a few times where he'd drifted by Costigan's place to see what the man was up to and glimpsed through the window a young woman instead. It was certainly none of his business and so of course he'd just moved on, but when it seemed like she was more frequently there than a average visitor might be, Jack had gotten curious. ]

[Costigan lifts his head straight up to look at the ceiling in an extremely rare gesture of embarrassment. He then recovers quickly, glances at the empty space near where Jack is, and then looks again to the empty cup in his hands.]

Abigail. She's a friend that needs looking after. [He maybe emphasizes the word 'friend' a little much.]

That's good of you.

[ An innocent remark in reply but Jack's eyes have an (unseen) mirthful glint to them. ]

Does this mean I have to start using the door when I visit?

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[Costigan's not sure he appreciates the entirely silent insinuation, but Jack has a point. When he replies, it's entirely distracted.]

No. Stick to my room or the kitchen and I'll let her know.

[Then he does that thing where he looks to the ceiling, then around, then down again. So very awkward. After a short silence, he speaks with all the hesitation and embarrassment in the world.]

She was staying here when I couldn't remember anyone. I didn't know her and I had to- to ask who she was, if she and I were.. [He trails off, trusting Jack to catch the unspoken. Then he pauses.] I remember why I was looking out for her, but it's.. complicated now. I saw her differently when I couldn't remember.

[He glances to where Jack should be, then down again, very slightly less awkward. As an afterthought, he adds.] Nothing happened. It's confusing is all.

[ Jack is about to make a quip (playful, warm) about putting up signs for where he was allowed to go when the Bostonian fidgeted again and his tone changed to something the spirit had very rarely heard from Costigan. He does catch the unspoken, dips his head in acknowledgement to convey it before remembering yet again that the body language was lost and he tries to be reassuring. ]

If you couldn't remember her and she's been living here, that's not... a strange thing to assume, Billy. Not when everyone's normally given their own housing. But if she's a friend and she knows you didn't have your memories right, then she should understand.

[ The spirit definitely understands how it could be confusing, having been in a not dissimilar awkward place when Zatanna had started flirting with him because she didn't remember Dick. ]

Did she say anything about it?

Edited (words) 2013-12-09 14:25 (UTC)

She's not living here. [He replies too quickly, not entirely certain why he feels defensive about the subject. It's important to him that Jack knows exactly how distant he is with the girl, especially with the age gap, even as part of his mind has considered the possibility.] She just stays here sometimes.

When my memories came back, I told her I needed some time. [Read: kicked her out.]

I'm planning to talk to her tonight.

Edited 2013-12-09 22:17 (UTC)

Sometimes staying here.

[ Gracious acceptance of the correction, since the detail ultimately is a bigger distinction in Costigan's mind than it is in Jack's. ]

That's good. I'm sure everything will get worked out.

[Costigan glances at the space then out to his apartment at large.]

I hope you're right.

[He's clearly not convinced.]

Hey... give yourself a little more credit, okay?

[Costigan waves a dismissive hand and straightens from the counter, more than done with the topic. Jack doesn't quite understand, but he can't blame the guy when he's completely unwilling to elaborate and he knows it.]

I have a few people to talk to before dinner. [An open-ended declaration, hinting at Jack's time to go but still giving him time if there's anything else the guy wants to talk about. The usual cues.]

[ Jack accepts the cue, gulps down the rest of his coffee with a grimace and gathers the thermos and the mugs. He tries never to overstay his welcomes here especially, of all places. He'll hold off visiting again until Costigan has a chance to talk to Abigail, or at least warn her that a potentially invisible guy may be dropping by from time to time. (He didn't think he'd actually ever spoken to her before.) ]

All right. You know how to get hold of me if something comes up.

[He gave a nod and was about to grab the mug to offer to Jack when it turned invisible and he assumed his friend was already collecting them. The presence unnerved him without being able to see, much like any magic or powers would do, but he trusted the guy enough not to do anything.]

Sure. Thanks, guy.

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