Greta's POV:
I woke up to the sound of shuffling. I slowly sat up and stretched. I turned my head to the direction where the sound had come from and there towering over me was Brahms.
For a few minutes nothing was said. We just continued to study one another waiting for one to make the first move.
"Brahms... What were you doing?" I asked. " Nothing bad I swear," he said in his childlike tone. " Just tell me I won't get mad" I said. " I was watching you sleep" he said in his raspy voice. "You looked so happy and cute I just wanted to capture the moment forever. I was looking for the camera; that's what the shuffling was" he explained shyly.
"Are you angry with me?" He asked in his manly voice although he might as well have just said it in the child's voice because he had sounded so innocent. "No Brahms I'm not angry. I said I wouldn't and I'm not," I assured him. He just nodded. It was silent for a bit until Brahms spoke up.
"Oh here," He said as he set a tray of food on my lap. He had poured me some orange juice, made me a bowl of cereal and my favorite sandwich. This warmed my heart. "Thank you Brahms."
"Anything for MY Greta."
