Summary: Jazz couldn't tell where the borderline was between those two figures – between that inhuman monster from last week, impersonating her little brother and that current human form, acting like everything would be just falling apart in the very next moment...

Notes:

missed short scene about the bandaging scenario, really short

chronologically plays during wtph/1, but it was mentioned in wtph/2, so, belongs under both?

(it seems, we are nearing to slowly fill every gap in the mainline, really slowly, but that will happen...)

(could be count as 'Illusion' for DannyMay2021)

"It's Dan." he mumbled under his nose, packing back everything to the kit. But after that, he stopped with the box within his hands, gazing at her, like he would have been waiting for something. For a moment Jazz couldn't tell why he was just standing there, but then the man let out a breath.

"Jazz, you are standing in the way."

For a long second there was just blinking, but then Jazz realised the situation, stepping away.

"Yeah, sorry, sorry."

Her brother's future version then put back the first aid kit to its place, but then halted, seemingly unsure what to do next, but after a bit of silence, he raised his finger, pointing at the injury. "We- we should re-bandage that later, okay?"

"Okay…" Jazz nodded blankly.

There was again an awkward quietness, but then the man glanced at the clock on the wall. "I should- you know, disappear before anyone arrives home."

Jazz too checked the time, wondering for a flash what she would do now with him being here, opening her mouth to say something, but then, she closed it, moving ahead, just at the same second as he decided to take a step too, making them bumping into each other.

"Uh- sorry, sorry." Jazz muttered, raising her hand in defence and as an apology. The other's mouth curled into a half-smile to the rather comic situation. "My fault." she said, making a step back, letting his sibling's future self moving first.

As he passed by her, he stopped, somehow feeling Jazz was on to say something, but before she could have formed to words, he cut her thoughts off.

"I won't go far, don't worry. I'll stay nearby. Closer than you'd thought actually." he looked up for a moment towards the ceiling, but then looked back to her. "Yeah, I won't be far. I think I just know a perfect spot to stay." and by that, he moved, but Jazz was quicker.

"Wait-"

The man paused. "Jazz, I won't be far." he said again, with a frustrated tone that gave a hint he was annoyed by the interruption or maybe for the interrogation.

"Not that." Jazz cleared, shaking her head. He turned back to her, staring at her without voicing the question. "I just- I wanted to say thank you, for- you know…" she lifted her bandaged hand.

The man peered at it, visibly uncertain what to say, or what supposed to be the right reaction, but then, after a long moment, almost like it would have taken that long to put together the scene or to come up with a fitting response, he nodded. "You're welcome." but then, added. "You should be more careful though."

"Yeah, says the one who usually gets beaten up by ghosts at least three times a day." Jazz chuckled, rolling her eyes.

Her little brother's older self blinked at her, with opened mouth, but then, he pursued it, whispering then under his nose, as he disappeared from the visible spectrum. "See ya later, sis."

She couldn't tell where the borderline was between those two figures – between that inhuman monster and that human form.