[i]'Well, because, it's true?'[/i] He twitches slightly as Hiro taps him, turning his gaze on to the prince with his head tilted bashfully down. His eyes dart down however, his ears burning as he feels those soft hands slide into his own calloused ones. He swallows, his hands stiff and unsure of themselves. He slowly looks up at Hiro, obviously flustered. The prince tries to encourage him, assuring him that he was trained in his way, and Hiro his and there's nothing wrong with him not knowing how to be a royal. It's a comforting thought and he manages to relax a little, his fingers closing slightly. Not enough to be actually holding Hiro's hands in returns, but enough that he feels like an actual participant in the hand holding.

He feels pleased that Hiro doesn't seem disappointed by him and offers a bashful smile to the prince. It falls and he scrunches slightly as he's chided for his babbling, but he doesn't retreat completely. He doesn't mean to keep the other from talking, he's just used to being overridden when he's babbling if someone else wants to talk. He's unsure of how much more he can flush as Hiro tells him everything's alright, and feels his face must be bright as the sun as he says that he's “perfect for him”.  His fingers twitch again and this time he's actually holding Hiro's hands properly, glad to have such a kind man trying so hard for him.

The progress is all lost however as moments later he feels soft lips on his own and his mind is completely wiped blank. He stares off at the blank space Hiro once occupied for a long minute, the back of his brain trying to process what just happened and give him some sense of reality once more. The conclusion it comes to is actually rather surprising and he lets out a slow breath, his blush becoming manageable. With everything Hiro said finally processed he looks to the man at his side – watching the playful Hoko on an “epic hunt” - and lets himself actually [i]look[/i] at the man a bit and enjoy the sight.

He brings peace to his overstimulated body and lets himself move on impulse briefly. Turning to the side he wraps Hiro in a gentle hug, planting a feather light kiss on his cheek. He holds the other man for a beat before swiftly letting go and turning so that his back is pressed to Hiro's, his face once more flushed and his head trying to retreat into his neck. He knows it was something tiny, something children do with their parents, or sibling with one another, but for him, it is another step forward that he's never taken before, and his heart is now in his throat, wondering if he'll ever be able to breath again.

Luckily, the answer is yes and in a quite voice he murmurs, “Thank you H-Hiro. . .Your words are sweet. . .” Coughing, he shifts his shoulders comfortably against the taller man and reaches out to grab something to stuff in his mouth the pastry keeping him from rambling any more.