sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Sam was never going to get used to people dismissing his guilt or apologies like that, this man wasn't the first one to have done so in the time he had been in this town and he couldn't help but wonder which approach was normal. Anger and a physical retaliation or this indifference coupled with acceptance. It didn't feel right, the latter, it felt unusual and it made him almost uncomfortable to be faced with it, especially given the regularity with which he had had to deal with it lately. Things here were so different and he couldn't wrap his mind around that, no matter how hard he tried.
With a small shake of his head Sam told the other man no and then remembered it was rude not to speak when spoken to. "No," he said, shaking his head again, glancing up momentarily. "I've never tried," he went on to explain, remembering how one or two of the others back in Montana had indulged in photography on a regular basis, their pictures not always pleasant in nature, the subject matter grim and even downright barbaric. Sam had seen the photographs and remembering them now turned his stomach a little but with a firm swallow against the bad taste in the back of his throat he did his best to dismiss them. "You are?" he asked, because it seemed polite to invite the man to talk about something he enjoyed and because it was easier to do that than stand there and think about something he would really rather not remember at all.