"Truth." Honestly, though he thought it'd been worth it, he still worried sometimes that he'd brought Prokopenko back wrong. He knew dreaming a whole person wasn't something to be taken lightly but- he just hadn't been able to imagine life without his best friend.

His face scrunched up in confusion. "What?" He wasn't sure he was following.

"Damn. I wasn't even born then. And an MP3 player...plays music. I guess you could say it's like a walkman except digital. I mean, it's digital storage, about this big-" he gestured with his hands. "I've never really used an iPod or anything though, just my phone." Which made him pause again. "Did they have cell phones in the 80s? I'd show you mine but it didn't make the trip with me."