Jermaine froze, watching the door start to glow with a stark intensity. It silhouetted Finn, wreathing him in a strange golden light that caught him at the edges. It was kinda beautiful, in the way that only an artist might notice. One way to distance himself from the emotional weight of Finn's expression and words.

The thrum of the door's singing grew louder, underscored by Finn's voice raising right alongside it.

Quietly, once Finn finished and the two of them shared a few moments of tense silence: "... The door's open."