"Every goddamn time." He laughs too, because it's contagious. Lester doesn't mind this guy. He takes his time to enjoy the cigarette since he's not sure when he'll get another.

"Says the guy dressed like he's either going surfing or to bondage convention." Lester grins, leaning forward to tap ashes onto the floor so they don't fall on his lap. The fuck does he care? This isn't his place. "Broke your ankle doing what? That's an amateur injury. I was imprisoned in my own body. There's nothing more terrifying than that."

"Call me Bullseye."