Well, that's dark, and honestly, telling someone you have serial killer dreams is not really conducive to inviting someone to touch your face. Lester should probably work on that. At least it's only slightly more appropriate than putting his hand, well. Anywhere else.

Matt gets pulled slightly off balance and his knee ends up pressed against the edge of the seat. His other hand flies out to grab the armrest to balance himself while eyebrows furrow at the bumps of scar tissue under his fingertips.

"No. Wha- Is- this your face? Who did this to you?"