~Rainbow Steve's POV~

The next morning, I wake up. I must've fallen asleep while thinking back on Light Steve and all the memories we had together, because I don't remember ever actually laying down to go to sleep.

Nevertheless, I'm now awake, and I force myself to get out of the bed. I go to the kitchen, finding Sabre standing there, making food.

"Morning," he says once he notices me, which doesn't take long.

"Morning," I groan, rubbing my eyes sleepily. My eyes still burn from the fact that I was crying last night, but I hope that nobody here notices.

He then hands me a plate with food on it, carrying one of his own as well. "Did you sleep good?" he asks me as I start eating the food. After a minute, I shake my head, sitting back from my plate too.

"I can't stop thinking about him," I say after a moment. "I cried myself to sleep by thinking about Light Steve and I's past."

I had another person in the back of my mind, too, but that's beside the point.

"I'm sorry, about your brother," he says softly to me. "My dad was stabbed in front of me after we got in a huge fight where I said I hated him, my mom was kidnapped and my other father figure I had was killed trying to protect me," Sabre tells me about his past, looking down at his plate. Even though he has that bandanna on that hides his face, he's scared that I'll see him upset?

"What I'm saying is, I know what it's like to lose family; I'll be right here for you, alright?"

I nod gently, and he smiles at me. "How'd you sleep?" I ask him, seeing as right now the conversation is mainly about me.

"Okay I guess," he shrugs.

I nod, before my mind starts wandering from curiosity. "Hey, Sabre?" I ask him.

"Yeah?"

"Why did you suddenly start being nice to me?"

He takes a deep breath, looking over at me. "Because I understood what you were going through."

***

The rest of the day, everything has been quiet. Sabre hasn't said much, the rest of the creed has been doing their own thing, so I'm left alone to my thoughts. With my thoughts, I soon find myself drawn to thinking about Sabre, finding myself blushing faintly. 

That brown hair though. It's just, it's so beautiful; so perfect for him, I think silently, blushing more just from the thoughts. I bury my face against the pillow, that way there if anybody comes in, they won't see my blush and question me. 

I wonder what his eyes look like. They could be brown, blue, green, gray, and so many other pretty colors. Why does he hide them with that bandanna? 

My mind continues to make me blush more, though I enjoy the thoughts. 

"You awake?" Sabre's voice asks behind me, clearly talking to me. Crap, I think silently.

"Y-Yeah, I'm awake," I say, sitting up but not looking at him.

He sits down on the edge of my bed, most likely confused. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I say after a moment. "I was just thinking, that's all," I tell him, and he nods after a moment.

"Can I tell you something?" he asks me gently. I sit up, finally getting my blush tamed down. 

"What's up?"

"I think... I think I like you."