It was distracting, every time Dan flipped a station on the television -- it felt a little like an involuntary twitch on his end and he wondered if that was sort of the case. It only just occurred to him that they were quite literally fucking with his brain here.
Which was almost too much, in terms of sheer knowledge. But not quite enough for Richie to say so, even if he did feel a little breathless.
He didn't know how to find things either, not really. Maybe his organization was too scattered? He didn't know where to start, not really. So he let Dan fiddle with one tv (twitching every time that channel changed) and randomly plucked a game off of a shelf in order to pop it into one of the systems and -- well. See how it worked.
Hey-- he said, and then sort of stopped up short when the screen spazzed out on him before loading up an entire screens worth of save files.