Yeah, he was bad at this. Real bad. Dan fully admitted it.
His bedside manner was more suited toward those who were dying - they were on their way out, peace washed over them, and he just...helped it along. Ensured that as they shuffled off this mortal coil, the last things they saw were memories bright as the sunshine and warm as fresh laundry from the dryer.
Living people - well, what the hell did he know?
"I'm sorry, I'll - I'm not used to doing this, but I'll get better at it," he promised, sipping miserably on his coffee - maybe the caffeine jolt would ensure he'd find the right words. Okay then. "The Shining - it's what we call psychic abilities. You know - mind reading, seeing the future, things like that. Some people are born with it. You were born with it, you just - never knew. That happens sometimes. People go their whole lives without knowing. But - whatever you saw that you weren't supposed to, it...dug into parts of your mind. Like a puzzle piece, kind of, but it fits kinda awkwardly. The presence of that amplified what you already had and now it just...unlocked. Does that - help a little?"
He hoped so. But even so, Richie probably wanted to know what to do next and, well, Dan didn't exactly have an answer. He'd help, if that's what Richie wanted - but if he didn't, Dan would understand that too.