"Charlie." Getting the door open had been a little tricky, but he'd managed well enough. He frowned to himself and then pushed toward the other man, sliding behind him. Don was well aware of the last time that his brother had worked on This and he knew exactly what it meant. He closed his fingers around Charlie's wrist, intent on stopping the other man from writing anything further.
"Stop." It wasn't a request and it sounded far more like an order than anything else, but that was the way that Don dealt with things. To the point, especially when it came to Charlie's well-being.