The prince's smile helps to calm Aki a bit, the sight of it combined with the rest of his features creating a very lovely picture. Sometimes the soldier thinks himself a little odd, seeing such things as if he were looking at a painting or tapestry, but at the same time he feels there's nothing really wrong with it. His own hands mimic the taller male's and slip behind his back. However for him it is a simple “at attention” pose that keeps him for fidgeting. He follows after Hiro, doing his best to keep his eyes up rather than glued to the floor. At the idea of new clothes he pauses, looking down at himself. “I've only ever worn. . .” He doesn't finish that sentence, the implication obvious.

Instead he nods and follows the youth into the room. He takes a moment to look around, his eyes widening a bit as he realizes this room is likely considered normal. [i]'I know a few families that could all fit in this room together. And the décor, though simpler than in the prince's room, it's still so. . .What am I even suppose to do with all this stuff?'[/i] He feels a little shamed that he doesn't even recognize a lot of the things laying about the room, and the fact that this simple room contain twenty times, if not more, the amount of stuff he's ever owned in his life he feels overwhelmed at the thought that this is suddenly his room. He swallows hard, almost wondering if he should ask to stay with the prince just so that he doesn't have to suddenly acquire even more new stuff besides a new life, but after less than a moment of thought on the idea he dismisses it. [i]'I can put up with the stuff far more than I can adapt to sharing a room with someone I'm suppose to. . . .'[/i]

He nods again slowly, trying to think of ways to ask the servants to remove most of the stuff without looking completely insane. Most of his feelings are hidden behind his life long mask of concentration and curiosity, but as he moves further into the room, running his fingers over the wood of one of the bed posts, a touch of his inner turmoil shows through. Despite seeming like an open book since arriving, now that the captain is no longer around Akito can feel himself retreating inside. He knows he needs to change that, and soon, but for now it's all that's keeping him from asking if he can just live on the training grounds.

“No. . .” he says softly. “I don't feel like being alone here, unless you have need to be away from me. . .” His hand grips the wood beneath his fingers a little tighter as his gaze once more falls t his feet. With the prince leaning against the wall by the door Aki's back is to the young man as he says what he needs to say. “I want to thank you again for not telling your family what I did. I'm going to work hard so that it doesn't happen again. . .” He chuckles lightly at the idea of doing whatever he wants. “I think the first thing I want to do is work out a schedule for myself. I grew up in a very structured environment, and honestly the idea of living a life where I don't know what I'm suppose to be doing next terrifies me. . .” Looking over his shoulder at the taller male his smile widens slightly. “Knowing where to rest my head is a comforting knowledge, thank you.”