Lester savors every bit of this moment. He has no way of knowing exactly what the guy is thinking but he can only imagine he’s trying to connect the dots and put pieces of information together to get to some conclusion about who he is or what he wants. He can practically taste the confusion.
The thing that he has going for him is that he knows how all of this works. Waking up in a strange place with no memory of having arrived. There were people from different planets, times, dimensions, and/or universes. So even if he doesn’t look like the guy from his universe, he seems to know enough to prove his identity. His reaction pretty much said it all anyway.
The blow doesn’t surprise him. He could have stopped him, but wanted to let it happen. It’d been so long since the last time he had that fist on his face. Lester feels the skin of his jaw already starting to swell a little bit. “Ah, there he is. Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is right here where he belongs. In hell. With me.”
He rubs his jaw briefly before he’s grappling with Matt to try to get a hold of him to repay him in kind. The thing is he’s at a slight disadvantage without projectiles to throw.
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Lester savors every bit of this moment. He has no way of knowing exactly what the guy is thinking but he can only imagine he’s trying to connect the dots and put pieces of information together to get to some conclusion about who he is or what he wants. He can practically taste the confusion.
The thing that he has going for him is that he knows how all of this works. Waking up in a strange place with no memory of having arrived. There were people from different planets, times, dimensions, and/or universes. So even if he doesn’t look like the guy from his universe, he seems to know enough to prove his identity. His reaction pretty much said it all anyway.
The blow doesn’t surprise him. He could have stopped him, but wanted to let it happen. It’d been so long since the last time he had that fist on his face. Lester feels the skin of his jaw already starting to swell a little bit. “Ah, there he is. Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is right here where he belongs. In hell. With me.”
He rubs his jaw briefly before he’s grappling with Matt to try to get a hold of him to repay him in kind. The thing is he’s at a slight disadvantage without projectiles to throw.