Nothing. [The initial answer was just as immediate and firm as the second part, even though he still couldn't really articulate what exactly was bothering him about it.] Don't try to open it.
[He definitely had a headache by now, and he briefly kneaded his temples with both hands. He could read minds. He could tell you what you wanted for lunch or what your favorite book was or what you'd done when you'd hoped no one else was looking back in second grade or convince you to walk off a cliff or shoot yourself or wipe away your memories, but he'd never before walked into a building and felt that there was just something wrong here.] Can we please keep walking?
[His voice was more pleading than he intended it to be, but whatever had caught his attention behind that door, he really didn't want to risk a face to face encounter with right now. Or ever.]
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[He definitely had a headache by now, and he briefly kneaded his temples with both hands. He could read minds. He could tell you what you wanted for lunch or what your favorite book was or what you'd done when you'd hoped no one else was looking back in second grade or convince you to walk off a cliff or shoot yourself or wipe away your memories, but he'd never before walked into a building and felt that there was just something wrong here.] Can we please keep walking?
[His voice was more pleading than he intended it to be, but whatever had caught his attention behind that door, he really didn't want to risk a face to face encounter with right now. Or ever.]