Dan hung his head a little, rubbing at the back of his neck - like he was setting himself up for a guillotine blade. Maybe a part of him was still expecting that - still expecting the swing of death's scythe, so he defaulted to what he always did. Which was retreating, hunkering down and living his hermit life; this was what years of repressing his Shine with drugs and alcohol got him. Complete and utter awkwardness.
Abra had sort of fallen into his lap and his 'plan' was sort of just him winging it. He couldn't do that here. Richie didn't have anyone else who actually understood this.
So he sat up straight, rolled his shoulders. Took another drink of coffee, the ice melting within. "The other stuff is still there, so. How about this?" he started. "I'll teach you how to control the Shining - people have varying levels of it, yours seems manageable - and then when you're ready, we'll go in and find those files again and separate them from everything else, lock them away? It seems to be the best option, until there's someone who can remove them entirely." He didn't know what that would take - magic, maybe. Or psychic surgery, cutting those parts out, that Dan wasn't sure he was equipped to do. At least not yet.