Daniel's brother, Aiden, had set aside his unfinished drink when the cars had pulled up. The twenty-six-year-old had always been put on edge any time strangers would come to the house, especially anyone of any sort of authority. He couldn't tear his gaze from their mother as she was hauled off.<br/>When the detective approached them he looked the man over, "Is it okay I come with?" he asked glancing to Daniel. Seeing the apprehension on his little brother's face, he took hold of his hand in a comforting and protective manner, "I'm coming with." he stated firmly to the detective, not bothering to wait for an answer to his question.<br/><br/>"C'mon, Danny." he was hesitant, but didn't see any point to make things any worse.<br/><br/>This was the first time since he had had to move back home that Aiden was glad to be there. A few years back he had tried to live on his own but hadn't been able to handle all the responsibility and ended up having a nervous breakdown. If Daniel hadn't gone to visit him when he had, Aiden likely would have died from malnutrition. This had proved only to further deepened their bond as brothers.