He hesitates a little too long. Reading his mind and what he broadly chooses to think on the surface, it’s a different game entirely from letting her use his actual physical senses, peering out through his eyes like a mask. A more thorough puppeteering. A surrendering of control.

But they’re trying to get back to normal, back to these psychic exercises and the trust they imply, and so Stephen eventually nods, and Ness feels the metaphorical door open.