sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Sam hadn't even realised he'd still been moving, so certain that his feet had stopped, that he'd been still. As soon as he bumped into the other person he reeled back, part of him expecting a retaliation while the rest of him was just ashamed. He should have been watching where he was going. It was so simple, such a basic function of any living creature, but then wasn't that something the others in Montana had always teased him for? Even the simple things confused him, they had found it hilarious and pitiful and Sam heard their old taunts ringing in his ears as he stood there, rooted to the spot, frozen by indecision and embarrassment as the other were -- because there was no mistaking that they weren't human, that at least part of them was animal -- turned to look at him.
Why was he apologising? Shouldn't Sam be the one doing that? His first impulse was to shake his head and he did that before he realised he was arguing in his own silent way and he stopped. Whatever this other werecreature was they were powerful, the scent they carried around them was telling in that way even if the human form wasn't large or imposing. Appearances could be deceiving that way, especially for weres. "I-I'm sorry. I-I should have--" Watched where he was going, stayed at the house, at least stuck to Summers territory. "I'm sorry," he said again because he just wasn't sure what else to say and even without realising it he answered that other question with a meek little nod of his head even if he couldn't really understand why a perfect stranger, someone he had bumped into, would need to ask if he was okay.