[Costigan follows him up onto the roof and raises a skeptical eyebrow at the ring. Yeah, no, he still doesn't buy into your shiny, birthday cake ring. The undercover casts his gaze about for a moment, partially to emphasize how much he doesn't trust the magic and partially because he genuinely wants to make sure they're alone.
After a beat, he lifts his shirt and slides a few pages of paper, folded vertically, from the waistband of his pants. He drops his shirt as he unfolds them and hands them out to Kyle. The pages are simply printed copies of this post and thread.]
You think you could figure anything out from these?
[He crosses his arms tightly; insecurely, unconsciously.]
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After a beat, he lifts his shirt and slides a few pages of paper, folded vertically, from the waistband of his pants. He drops his shirt as he unfolds them and hands them out to Kyle. The pages are simply printed copies of this post and thread.]
You think you could figure anything out from these?
[He crosses his arms tightly; insecurely, unconsciously.]