Trent sat next to Daria and neither of them looked at each other. Her hair, her characteristic coat and combat boots were enough to make him be sure it was her without looking at her face. She recognized him as soon as he spoke.

"Janey seems to be okay. What did you want to tell me?".

"It's about her" Daria said.

"Oh" Trent replied with a sigh, as if he was expecting her to say something else.

"Yeah. She told me she's okay and that she doesn't want to go to rehab".

"She told me something like that. She said that you told her we're sending her to rehab and she begged me not to send her and that she wants to go home" Trent reported.

Daria finally turned her head and looked at Trent. He doubted and then also turned his head and found Daria's gaze waiting for his eyes to cross with hers.

"Do you agree with her?" she asked, expressionless and serious.

He moved his eyes across the room, looking at the other people who were sitting in chairs. Some trying to entertain themselves in such a boring place, some others with their faces covered with their hands, with their heads buried in thoughts of worry about their loved ones, like the ones he had after they took Jane to the hospital.

He shyly nodded, ready to see an angry Daria. He did think maybe Jane needed help, but he thought he could help her to make her more comfortable. She was somehow like his daughter, something that wasn't surprising since they had been raised by each other, and because of this he sometimes spoiled her, like that time, trying to give her what she wanted instead of what Daria thought she needed.

For his surprise, she didn't seem angry, she just sighed.

"So you do believe her".

"I don't" he stated ". We both know Janey has a problem. But I want to give this a try. She said she would be more comfortable at home. I'll keep an eye on her and you can help too if you want to".

"Of course I want to help, Trent. Jane is my best friend" she started to sound angry ". Trent, don't get me wrong, but you are too irresponsible for taking care of her enough to make sure she's always sober. Dammit, this is why I wanted to talk to you before Jane did, I knew she was going to convince you of doing something like letting her get better, by herself, with no medical attention, in the same house where she almost...".

"Daria" Trent interrupted almost screaming in his own way ". I get it, okay? You don't like the idea. It's not easy for me either, you know? I know I can't do all this by myself. I told this to you when it all started. She's my sister and I don't want to force her to do something she doesn't want to do, but can we at least try it? If it doesn't work, I'll take the responsibility and we will take her to rehab".

Can you take any responsibilities?

"Okay" she agreed, ignoring her own thoughts so she wouldn't offend Trent, but something told her that telling him he couldn't be responsible wasn't a great insult from his point of view.

When she agreed that, she knew that she was going to end up being more responsible for Jane than Jane herself.

Trent smiled to her, trying to make the environment less tense and held Daria's hand again.

"Come on, Daria. Let's go tell Janey about this" Trent said.

He stood up and, still holding Daria's hand, he walked slowly to the room where Jane was recovering.

"Hey" she said ". I see things seems to be going well between you two" she smirked with a raised eyebrow, staring and Trent's hand holding Daria's.

Daria immediately removed her hand and put her behind her back. Trent laughed and then coughed.

"You're not going to rehab" Daria said, slightly blushed, but ignoring her friend's commentary ", yet".

"What do you mean with 'yet'?" replied Jane.

"I mean that Trent and I agreed to let you try this recovery thing in Casa Lane instead of a hospital, but if you fail you're going straight to rehab".

Jane sighed and she looked angry.

"Fine" she muttered ". That's fair, I guess. By the way, when can I get the hell out of here? This place's smell make me feel like a lab rat".

"And is your house's smells any better?" Daria asked with a smile.

"Hey, as long as you don't get close to the food in the fridge it's pretty much okay most of the time" Trent answered half-smiling Daria and taking her hand without she even noticing.

Jane saw how Daria didn't notice this and she started to wonder what could be keeping Daria's mind so out of reality and how the hell did Daria and her brother had gotten to naturally hold each other hands in just two days.