|sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may,|
August was about to see first-hand a real-life example of a submissive wolf letting the Alpha eat first. It comforted Sam a little that, no matter how inadvertently, the waitress set the plates down in the order she did, but even so, he wasn't going to touch his food until August was done. It was instinctive for him, deeply-rooted habit. It meant that Sam quite often ate his meals cold when they weren't supposed to be eaten that way, and the portion on the plate in front of him was much more than he was used to, but he couldn't just undo years of what could essentially be called programming because he wasn't with his birth pack anymore. For the time being. For a little while? Sam didn't know how long he would be here, how long he would stay gone, if they would catch up with him. There were a lot of unknowns in this situation, more than he was used to. August presented his options to him plainly enough but he'd never been all that good with those; options implied a choice and he wasn't accustomed to having one. Opinions, choices, they were privileges that Omegas weren't entitled to.
He couldn't stop his eyes from coming up when the Alpha made that offer. It took several seconds to sink in, to really register, and it was only when it had that Sam realised he'd been staring, for all intents and purposes. He was quick to avert his gaze, his mouth working a little with no sound coming out as he tried to come to terms with what he'd heard and essentially just had handed to him. August was letting him stay? After the reception he'd received from Julian that was a shock in and of itself, he wouldn't have been surprised if the Alpha had let him eat and then told him to be on his way, but this? This was more than he could take in. "I--" Sam didn't know what to say. In the space of a few sentences, probably without realising it, August had shown Sam more kindness and generosity than anyone ever had before and it was overwhelming. Sam didn't even know whether to be happy or cautious or whatever else might be an option. There was that word again. "I only just got here," he said because it seemed worth repeating, just in case Julian and Lotti hadn't conveyed that part, or it hadn't been clear that it was literal. Even if he hadn't, Sam didn't have any money or anything he could sell -- or the first idea where he could sell anything -- in order to find a place to stay. "Are you--" It was difficult to form words that sounded so much like a question of an Alpha's judgement, so much like a challenge, albeit the smallest form. "Are you sure?" Did he really mean it? Because honestly, Sam didn't know if he could take any more uncertainty or confusion today.