He smiles, thinking of New York where he likely grew up as well. It seems like so long ago, really, but hearing about this other man's life is just that: unbelievable, and yet he's hingeing himself on Matt's every word.

"I'm not a hero," he points out, about the only thing he's sure of in this moment. He knows some people think that way about him, but it's never what he set out to do. What Matt says next just has him wondering if he's spiraling out again. He thought he was feeling better, not worse, but blind people don't generally fight mobsters so what gives?

"You work with him?" That changes things quite a bit, doesn't it? Matt's disability notwithstanding.