Noah's eyes drifted to JP's hand as it rested on his own briefly before he glanced up and gave him a grateful smile. It was no secret that Noah had always been a fairly tactile person so touch was and would always be important to him.
"That is a long story," he admitted with a rueful chuckle and a fairly embarrassing one considering the reason behind why he'd signed up in the first place. "It's-" He cleared his throat and rubbed a hand through his hair. "I got approached when I was in the marines, for my mechanical expertise or whatever."
He hadn't known at the time what it was. "Mostly my superiors didn't like the fact I was pro-super and figured my energies would be better directed somewhere else. The Regiment was their solution." Noah pushed a breath out. "And I figured it was a good opportunity, one that I'd be stupid to turn down, especially if it meant-"