Deirdre wasn't going to move, but she didn't like it any more than Zoe did. "Zoe, stop!" Deirdre hissed at the younger girl. "He told me not to let you though, okay!" She wasn't past sprouting her wings and letting them just block the door entirely.

Dylan glanced at his sister, chewing on his lower lip so hard it hurt. "Deirdre, he's- Maybe-? I think we should-"

"I'm not moving," Deirdre glared, her eyes swirling to black.

Inside the room, Danny was still smiling at Greg. "How are you? Have you been okay? God, Greg...I had no idea- When they told me what you are, suddenly everything made sense."

Greg looked like he was trying with everything inside him not to look hopeful, and failing miserably. "Dan-" he whispered, "are you-?"

"I understand now. I understand everything. Well...I guess I still don't understand why you chose me, but I get why you did what you did. I know you couldn't help it. And now I know there's someone who loves me so completely he would risk prison for me. Greg-" Danny swallowed down the feeling that he was going to puke, and he reached out for Greg's hands to take them in his own. "Sir," he added with a playful little smile.

"Fucking hell," Dylan hissed, covering his mouth with his hand. "Fucking hell, fucking hell, Deirdre do something, fucking hell."

Deirdre, however, remained impassive.