sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
It might have surprised some people who met him to learn just how good Sam's reflexes were, how surprisingly catlike he could be in his agility sometimes. A lifetime spent amongst far superior and more savage predators had taught him to stay on his toes and even though it went against his very nature to duck or dodge blows aimed at him that didn't mean he hadn't become highly adept at anticipating them. Jo had seen that for herself when she had touched his shoulder in the kitchen that day, he had reacted to swiftly and so sharply it had been alarming to her. While it was instinctive for animals to draw away from threats Sam took that to a whole new level sometimes, as contradictory as it was to the role of an Omega. They weren't supposed to pull away or hide, they took what was aimed at them. The fact that Sam could duck and dodge and stay ahead of an opponent in an evasive capacity if he put his mind to it probably made things worse, or at least it would have if he'd ever put any thought into the matter.
Sam hadn't even realised he was taking a seat until he was already down, he had been so focused on the distance, on twisting to look at something not even he could see, that he hadn't felt himself sink to the bench not far from Jo's side. His gaze had fixed on some nondescript point far off in the trees, so focused and so intent that it was almost as if he could make something appear if he stared long and hard enough. It wasn't until Jo spoke that he snapped out of it, almost literally, starting physically and turning his head her way again, if only for a moment. It was long enough that he made eye contact for a second.
"I--" Sam swallowed, shaking his head a little, glancing back towards the trees. "I-I keep thinking--" Was he sure it was okay to say something like this? Without proof or certainty it was just silly of him to say anything, wasn't it? Of course it was, this was the sort of thing he would be chastised -- not to mention punished -- for back in Montana. "It's nothing. Sorry." Turning his head and lowering it so his eyes landed on the book he toyed with the cover idly for a few moments before remembering it didn't belong to him. It wouldn't do for him to damage it.