Eyes to the coffee cups as he poured in cream and sugar, he nodded. "I'm sorry you had to see that." His voice was nearly a whisper. Everything she saw in his head had been apparent to him in the strange exchange. Time worked differently in his mind than in reality. What were mere moments was far longer in the exchange to him. He cleared his throat, turned back to her and set her coffee on the counter before her.
"I kind of wish that my abilities worked through a means that could be avoided." It felt so unnatural to speak such words out loud. Even with Abra, it had felt like ash on his tongue. It took her courage to tell Bill.
Technically, he could avoid his abilities in certain ways. He had locked himself down for decades, only allowing the ghosts from the Overlook to find him so he could lock them in boxes, and then only after they were all locked did he start by helping the people in hospice move on.