sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Sam realised, standing there, that he had questions about how the Summers Pack occupied their time during the full moon -- did they hunt? if so what did they hunt? did they all play specific parts in that process? if they didn't hunt what did they do? -- but he wasn't brave enough to put any of them into words. It didn't matter that Jo was the most patient and understanding of the pack that he had interacted with so far, he just knew that it wasn't an Omegas place to ask questions of anyone. If anything they answered questions, ones that were asked of them for whatever reason. Omegas didn't speak until they were spoken to, so any questions Sam had would have to stay in his head. In time, through observation or just overhearing snatches of conversation, he was sure he would get the answers to them anyway.
Following the movement of her hand he saw the drawer she indicated and moved to pull it open, finding the mats she had mentioned. Taking two from the drawer he set them out, making them as tidy as he could, fussing with them a little before taking his hands off them completely. When he'd laid the table back in Montana and hadn't kept things neat in the process they'd never hesitated to show how displeased they were. Jo wouldn't do that but Sam didn't think about it as he did it. By now it was ingrained in him, like the way he kept from making eye contact, or the way he stood with his shoulders hunched in an unconscious effort to make himself shorter or smaller somehow. It was a little harder for Sam to take a seat than it was to set the place mats but Jo had asked it of him so he did as he was told and sat down, though he didn't make himself properly comfortable. It didn't feel right to do that until Jo had done so.