#;march24th

Everything still hurts to be honest, but Ashton has the urge for fresh air and sunshine, always needing it after his quarantine and this was no different, even more so than his usual ones. Company was nice but exhausting with 3 other people, while he rather had just quarantined in his own apartment, he wasn't making those calls here. He had spent enough time alone that morning, recharging enough for him to agree when Beau invited him up to the rooftop, probably excited to show the garden he's been working on.

Ash with only one good hand for now had little to offer unfortunately, not even a race up to the top was possible this time. So he simply picked up a watering can, "thanks for taking care of everything up here these past 2 days." Ash had to mention before it slipped his weary mind, words lacking much energy but he did is best to at least pair it with a smile, Beau deserved that much. "What were some of the new things you had in mind?"

Ash kinda knew this was coming, seeing, feeling- the extent of the injury this time, it wasn't like on the ship with Zach where it simply slammed and pinched a nerve and he was back up in less than a week. This time it was bad, he could've seen and felt his shoulder not where it should be, sticking out awkwardly until Ruth popped it back in. ..Why is his shoulder injury now always in correlation with ships? It wasn't a surprise for Mr Wexley to hold him back after their post quarantine debrief on both sides of events, to talk to him alone.

"You're gonna stop me from going out there, aren't you?" Ash could only lean back on the large main table once it was just them two. "It's an old injury," though even a blind man could see it in his voice and stature, his left arm kept completely still delicatedly held together by a brace and movements sluggish throughout that entire meeting.