[ Jack trails after Costigan as they head back outside, following to a quieter table and settling comfortably (in his opinion, to anyone else it would have surely seemed like he'd just crammed all his poor posture into one seat) in the chair across from the undercover. As had happened last time, frost gilded the painted metal surface after only just a few seconds.
He didn't want to go into any detail, but Costigan was shrewd enough even without being able to see his body language to pick up on the verbal cues. Still, Jack hesitated a long moment before replying, running his finger around the edge of the plate on which the tart sat and leaving tiny tendrils of ice there too. ]
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He didn't want to go into any detail, but Costigan was shrewd enough even without being able to see his body language to pick up on the verbal cues. Still, Jack hesitated a long moment before replying, running his finger around the edge of the plate on which the tart sat and leaving tiny tendrils of ice there too. ]
A friend and I had a... an argument.