Danny moved away from her, unable to keep from suddenly looking skittish. "You just...have to trust me," he whispered to her, before glancing at the door. "Just trust that I know what I'm doing, no matter what I do in there, okay? No matter what happens, don't come in."

He moved through the door before anyone could stop him, Deirdre moving into place as soon as he was on the other side.

When Greg looked up at caught sight of his nephew, his mouth fell open in shock and...something else...wonder.

"D...Daniel?"

In spite of the horror and revulsion he was feeling (and got it was so much worse than he had expected it to be), Danny smiled at Greg. "Greg, thank god," he said as he rushed over into the chair and sat down. "I've been so worried about you."

With shock written all over his features, Greg stared at Danny in silence for nearly a minute before he finally said something. "You...you were?"

"Of course," Danny lied. "They wouldn't let me come see you until now, even though I've been trying so hard."

In the other room, Dylan shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair. His best friend was sitting across from his rapist, talking to him like nothing terrible had ever passed between them. "What the hell is he doing?" he asked both everyone and no one.