"Little less artsy most of the time, but you've got the jist." Richie watched the younger man clean himself off and then meticulously wrap everything away and it broke his heart a little bit. It reminded him of the way Eddie used to be, when they were younger and he was still so afraid. But it also made it very clear just how much someone's life could be changed by something Richie had never even had to worry about, when by all accounts he should have. He wanted to reach out, touch the kid's arm, offer some comfort and grounding, but he'd seen the way he'd reacted earlier and didn't want to make him nervous.
Richie barked a laugh, "Okay, that was a good one." He thought for a moment and then pulled out his phone. It was the best thing he could think of to cement that this was definitely not the 80's. He made sure to hold it in a way that the kid could see how it worked as pulled up the calendar, though he knew it was basically a moot point. The existence of the phone itself was more proof than a date. "This is a phone. And a computer. And a radio, and a bunch of other things." He slid it across the table and gestured to let him know he could touch it.
"It's real, this whole thing is real, and it'll probably take a few days to sink in, but there's more to see once you're done with your coffee."