"Fuck." Dan had never heard of Hill House, but he more than recognized what Luke was going through. Hell, he'd fucking lived it. The only difference was that Dan was further down the line than Luke currently was.
Dan moved round to stand beside Luke, never taking his eyes off of the man as he did so. "Can I try something? Maybe get rid of him for a while," he asked, speaking just as low as Luke had, less than a minute earlier. He quickly built another lockbox in his mind. The last one had leaked, and he'd gotten sick, so this one was made good and sturdy. It was lined real good with no gaps, it shut tight, and he was the only one with a key. All he needed was for Luke to give the word.