He was thankful for Ember taking the joint away from him and a supportive hand on his back, that one hit was probably enough nor did he really want another in the moment. But Ember looked so happy about it, the excitement spilling over though he wished it was infectious enough to influence him. But sudden reminder as he coughed that he had been infected, the delayed response making it harder to even determine if it was truly the vaccine given to him. Val was sure of it, and so Ashton didn't bring up that worry to Ember, but he can't hide the puncture wound on his neck. The hit was starting to weight him down like a blanket though, with not even the capacity to let the anxiety creep in right now, drowning out his worries, and only being able to focus on one thing at a time, and right now it's the conversation at hand.
"Most people aren't supposed to know the work that we do. When not at war, we're usually working to prevent wars," Ashton explained, while having been deployed on all phases from preventing, to in war zones, to post rebuilding efforts, none of them were easier than the other. He slowly narrowed his gaze, mind slowing down as he caught up with her words, "is that what you guys are calling me? Star Man?" Could've picked a better name but amusing all the same. "I try... not to talk about my past." Only a handful of people really knew anything about his time in the marines. He almost snorted at Ember's following question, "as far as I know, no. But I wasn't there." Giving her an opening to speculate though he was pretty sure of the answer. A chuckle rumbled lightly as he pointedly added on, as if knowing her next question, "and yes, the moon landing was real." He would've kicked Ember out of his class if she was a student of his and asked him that. "And what do you think?"
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