sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
If Sam had had any idea that Jo was holding out for something like that, if he had been able to understand it, it was very possible he would have told her to save herself the energy. How could someone like him matter? He had very few uses in this world and just being with the Summers Pack and not being used as he was accustomed to being used was confusing for him. There was no much here that he didn't understand.
With his attention so fixed on the sketch she had shown him he was less aware than usual of hers being focused on him. Probably for the best, Jo wasn't wrong about how it would make him feel. In the past that kind of focus, that kind of fixation, could only mean one thing and he would have tensed up, shied from her in preparation of a strike he knew, on some level, she would never swing at him. Instead he was taking in what she had done, fascinated by it in a way that was almost uncharacteristic, at least to people who didn't know him all that well. Usually it was books that captured his attention so completely. This was something new, and therefore remarkable to him.
Having her ask him whether or not he liked it was one more confusing thing on a list that was already so much longer than his arm. Just for a brief instant his gaze flicked up towards her face, as if to confirm she was talking to him and not someone else who might have walked up behind him without him sensing them, and then he was looking at the sketch again. Sam decided to nod instead of trying to respond in words, not at all sure what he would say if he could even find his voice again. As unusual as it was for anyone to ask him for his opinion on something how could he not like it? It was strange to see a picture of himself, that wasn't something he was used to at all, it made him feel strangely uneasy but at the same time there was something good about it. Sam knew that he liked it though.