sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
If Sam had been thinking about it at all in the way that others seemed to be he might have supposed that stray was a good word for him. In leaving his birth pack that was what he had made himself, he had left with nowhere else to go, he had come all the way here without even knowing what would happen, travelling any way he could. Stray wasn't a word he'd heard applied to him before though, he had heard plenty of things thrown his way, few of them pleasant, but not that. It would probably throw him completely, it wasn't something he would know how to deal with, but then again Sam didn't know how to deal with most things, especially now that he was outside of the only world he had known his entire life.
Briefly he looked Jo's way and then his gaze went back to the window. It looked like she might be right, that the rain wouldn't be stopping any time soon. Did that mean the thunder and lightning would continue as well? Sam didn't know if he liked that idea, all that noise and light when it should have been quiet and dark. Quietly he looked back at Jo, his body half-turned away from the window now so he didn't seem impolite, and with a small shake of his head he nodded towards the sandwich on the counter. "Mrs. Summers made me something." It would be greedy to take anything else. It didn't occur to Sam for a second that no one else would see it that way, just as it didn't occur to him that referring to Jo's mother Mrs. Summers might seem a little strange given his conversational partner. "I haven't eaten it yet." That much was obvious, he supposed, and he shook his head a little as if to apologise for pointing out something so blatant. "I should eat it." Not doing so would seem rude and ungrateful.