August opened his mouth to respond to Sam, but before anything could come out, the waitress returned with their orders. He found it ironic that she set down his food first before setting down Sam’s. Though he had never experienced it in his own pack, he had heard about wolves in the wild always making sure that the Alphas always ate first. Of course, the waitress had most likely served him first because she knew him; even still, August picked up his burger and took a large bite before there was a long enough pause where he might notice Sam waiting for him to eat before he dug in for himself. When the food was washed from his mouth, he picked up the conversation where they had left off. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re welcome to do what you like. Stay, go back home – whatever it is you feel you need to do.” He paused, wondering whether or not Sam ever stopped to think about what it was that he needed; if he had to guess, he would say no.
He picked up a couple French fries and ate them while studying Sam. Though he was known in his pack as being open and welcoming to those wolves that sought a pack to call home, August traditionally gave them a lengthy probation period before calling them members. He wasn’t about to disregard all his rules for Sam, but he was willing to be significantly more lenient, given the other man’s incredibly subservient manner. “Listen, so long as you’re in Scarlet Oak, you are welcome to associate with the Summers Pack. That is, if you want to.” There was every chance that this extension of kindness could come back and bite him on the tail -- he didn’t know anything about Sam, other than what he was being told -- but he was willing to take the gamble if it meant the possibility of helping a fellow wolf. August took another bite of his burger, taking his time to savor the taste -- no one made a burger like Sunny’s. “So, where are you staying? If you haven’t found a place, we could give you a room on the property.” Sometimes August was convinced that his parent’s house was alive and fully capable of expanding to meet the needs of whoever could use a roof over their head. Just when he thought that they had filled everything, his mother would set up a guest room that he had never known to be there in the first place. “I mean, you’d have to put up with my siblings, but you’d never be alone.” Certainly not if Lotti had her way of things.