sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Sam wasn't sure how he felt about Jo's suggestion -- offer? Sam wasn't sure which it had been -- to draw more and therefore didn't know how to respond to it. "I--" Trying to form a response before he was sure what it would be was stupid of him and he closed his mouth, attempting to arrange his thoughts and options before he tried again. "I'll help," he ended up saying, because it sounded better to him that way. "If you want me to." Whatever she wanted him to do he would do because that felt right, she outranked him -- like every wolf in the pack that he wasn't really a part of -- and could ask of him whatever she wanted. Sam was obligated to do it. It was something he had been doing for years as it was, whatever was asked of him, and it was a familiar obligation that made him feel a little less nervous.
The offer of the drawing itself, however, was unfamiliar and therefore confusing, like so many other things. People didn't offer him things, not like this. People didn't give him things. They just didn't. The others had given him the clothes he wore, yes, but they were things they didn't want themselves, things they had rejected for one reason or another. Was this the same? Did that mean Jo didn't really want the drawing? Sam didn't think that sounded right, not after what she had said and how she had looked. Why would she have drawn something she didn't want? "Really?" he ended up asking because he couldn't figure it all out for himself, sounding as unsure as he felt, glancing down at the paper she was holding out towards him as if he wasn't sure whether or not to trust it anymore.