sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
She appreciated it. Sam could understand the words and the meaning behind them even if he couldn't quite grasp why anyone would appreciate anything he did. Sam wasn't really useful to anyone, his purpose in any setting -- especially a pack one -- was simple but crude. Even so it was what he understood in life, all his life had really been for years, all of his adult life certainly. It was what made sense to him. Not having any of that since arriving in Scarlet Oak was still strange to him, perhaps it would never stop being strange but he was beginning to understand, albeit slowly, that Jo and the rest of her family were not aggressively dominant types, not even aggressively wolfen in any of their behaviours. Strange as that might be to him he was beginning to see that as the truth.
Lifting his gaze a little when she asked him that Sam felt his mind working, trying to figure out a way to tell her she didn't need to do that, that she could stay here with the rest of her family and wait for some kind of development at the school where two of them were trapped. It was trying to figure out how to word it in a way that didn't make it sound like a challenge or an order of his own that was the real struggle and in the end he couldn't come up with anything. Nothing sounded or felt right, every option his mind came up with was quickly scrapped, dismissed as too challenging or even ungrateful. The thought made Sam feel anxious in a way that was far from unfamiliar but by no means unpleasant. "Okay," he ended up saying, nodding in a small, meek way, looking down at the picture she had given him. This was a place for family and Sam knew that he didn't fit into that category. That was all right. "Thank you." Perhaps it was best for him to go, accept the ride back to the Summers house that Jo had offered him. That was probably the best place for him to be.