|sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may,|
As he sat there trying to decide exactly how he felt about the whole thing there was one fact in particular that settled itself in Sam's mind, something he hadn't realised before. He knew this Alpha's name, but not exactly what he looked like. For all intents and purposes he really was going into this whole situation blind and to a wolf that was deeply unnerving, wolves like to know what was going on, where they stood in relation to their surroundings and its other occupants but Sam didn't know any of that. Not the layout of the town or even the diner in which he sat by himself, not the people, and he certainly didn't know the other wolf he was about to meet. All he knew was that his parents disagreed with this pack's principles, that that disagreement had somehow twisted into hatred, into loathing. Somehow, in Sam's mind, that had ended up being a good thing, because for Bastian and Laura Evans to hate something so much, it had to be a complete contradiction to everything they believed in. They hated Sam, after all, because he was nothing like them. So, logically, that meant the Summers wolves had to be nothing like them either.
It was a vague and foolish logic. A vague and foolish hope. Childish really. Sam knew that. On some level he really did know that but here he was anyway, trying not to fiddle with the hat he'd taken off his head and set on the table, trying not to think too much, and failing miserably when it came to the latter. At least it was only the latter.
The movement of the chair opposite him startled him a little, he'd heard someone greeting the waitress but he hadn't really registered it, certainly hadn't thought it to be anything he ought to take notice of, so when the bottom of the legs scraped against the linoleum floor it surprised him. With one hand he found himself gripping the edge of the table, almost bracing for a blow that may or may not come, his breath held in his chest. And then there was a hand held out towards him. To shake? Sam had seen people do it on news reports and shows the others had watched but it wasn't something they'd done amongst themselves. It threw him. Was it really right for him to shake an Alpha's hand? To even touch an Alpha? The hesitation was anything but subtle, but after a stretch of silence and stillness he realised it was probably even worse not to take it. So he put his own hand out and took hold of August's, lightly and only briefly. And then his hand was back on his lap with the other.
Now came the hard part. The real hard part. "I-I, uh--" For a moment he closed his eyes, forcing himself to draw in a breath so he could actually get a sentence out without stumbling his way through it. That was always easier said than done. Or in this case maybe not. "I heard about you," he said. Okay, that was good. A whole sentence without a single broken word or falter. "When supernaturals came out." Even though he knew August had gone public he still dropped his voice a little when he said that. "And I heard my parents," he went on, keeping his voice low now because it just felt wrong, dangerous somehow, to talk about them any louder, "arguing about your family." Family, not pack. That was safer. "So I came here to find you." Sam realised he really should have thought this through, thought about what to say and how to explain it but there it was, in a messy and broken way, out in the open for August to interpret, if he could. Not once did Sam lift his gaze to meet the other wolf's either. Not even for a moment.