As confusing as it sounded, to Akito the “Something/Nothing to do” analogy makes perfect sense to the man. [i]'In a place where you are free to do anything, it seems really a simple thing to do everything, and have nothing to actually do. With nothing that has to be done, everything you can do, is nothing to do really. . .'[/i] He shakes his head slightly, trying not to think too hard on the fact that the prince basically just said that anything he does with his days now are of little consequence. He glances up at the half mumbled statement and decides to address it later. [i]'He needs to understand, that was not me “freaking out”. That was my training coming into play. Even if I am to work on it, he should know there are some things he could do to help me. . .If he wants to that is. . .'[/i]

He nods, logging away the times in his head for the meals and also noting that he can ask to be woken up. [i]'Not that I need that, but it sounds as if, should I need it, the servants will help me keep track of my schedule, should I get wrapped up in something'[/i] He can feel his heart skip half a beat as the prince comes and sits on the bed. Being so close, and without seeming to be bothered by it, Hiro's casual nature seems to disturb the soldier more than anything else at the moment. He could relax around his fellow soldiers, around camp at least, but he doesn't trust Hiro that much yet. He does not have that connection which allows for him to switch out of 'battle mode'. 

Ne nods again about the bath scheduling option, and does his best to keep his smile in place despite the faint hum of nervousness running along his skin. “I am sure I will ask for their help for a little while, until I get my own rhythm and timing down. I am rather good at working my internal clock.” He coughs lightly, turning around so he can rest his back against the post he'd been gripping. He lets his eyes travel across the room once more, his hands slipping around the wood behind him, the fingers lacing together so he's held in place, unable to flee despite the urges. “About, what you said. . .About me “freaking out”. I just. . . I need you to know that that is not what happened.”

He glances at the prince, a serious expression on his face before he continues. “Yes, I was on edge, but what happened was my training triggering. I am not sure if this will make sense, but. . .I just want you to know this so you know when you should probably not touch me.” He coughs, looking away in the opposite direction from Hiro. “If I look alert, or my head snaps around to look towards something, even if you can't see it, it's best you not come close until I relax. Instinctively, anything coming close when I'm not looking, comes across as an enemy. It's a good thing for staying alive on the battlefield, but until I get it under control around here it's just too dangerous.” He bites his lip. “If you come upon me and I do not look at you, or if I am practicing and have not acknowledged you, it's best to keep your distance until I at least look at you. . .” He's unsure how all this is coming across to the youth and with a sideways glance he looks at the prince curiously, trying to determine if he's freaking the guy out.