Jack calmly took the olives away and set them on the counter. Because Sparkle was getting hugged. It was that or punch a wall and she didn't think the display of violence would help him any right now. "Of course he didn't look at you," she said far too calmly, "That would have given you the chance to glare at him or say something to his face. He'd have seen something that didn't reflect the 'oh poor me but no I'm a good guy really' bullshit he was trying to fertilize that hearing with."

Beat.

"Grade-A weaponized bullshit, that man."