Yeah? Lester's heartbeat quickens at that news. If there was a physical resemblance between this guy and his Daredevil it was minor, but the crap about being blind, catholic, and a lawyer. That is too much of a coincidence for him to ignore. His headache is making it hard to think, though.

"Yeah, I dream. About suffocating and drowning...other people." He gives the guy a wary look as he gets closer to where he's seated. All Lester can think about is what if that's the guy? Is he ready to know that? What would he do if it was him? It can't be. "You remind me of someone. Gimme your hand, Mr. McGoo."

He doesn't ask permission before he takes the guy's hand to put his fingers on his forehead where a version of himself had carved into his tattoo. Tracing the lines with a sai leaving behind a scar of the same shape. "This mean anything to you?"