Despite their intitial contact when she returned to New York, Jazz hadn't yet seen her brother since she got back. It was unnerving; they were wanderers and it wasn't uncommon for them to go their separate ways, but when they were in the same place she was used to having Blues around almost all the time. But this time felt different. Her running off had been as abrupt as her return, with no notice or anything, and quite frankly she wasn't sure if he'd welcome her as easily as before. So she continued to put off visiting, though it just didn't feel right to be so close to her famiy without actually being with him.
The familiar feeling settled slow and comfortable over her, so second nature that Jazz didn't even realize at first just what it meant. Rather, who it meant. She smiled to herself, feeling that things were finally back to normal, and was raising her glass to take another sip when she finally put two and two together. Barely pausing to put her wineglass down, Jazz rose and moved through the crowded restaurant impatiently.
"Hey, baby!" she exclaimed when she first saw Blues, still a good ten feet away from her. Without pausing, Jazz rose up on her toes to kiss her brother on both cheeks once the distance between them was closed. She stopped just short of embracing him, for fear of both disrupting the precious guitar in his hand and out of a lingering uncertainty of her welcome. "What're you doin' here, cher?"