sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Curiosity was not something for Omegas to indulge in, Sam had had that drilled into him time and time again until he had stopped investigating things, stopped asking questions. The mere thought of asking what someone else was doing made his stomach tight, threatened to turn it over on itself, and in that way the Evans Pack had done a good job. Their lessons had taken root, even now countless miles away from them all -- he hoped -- the things they had taught him were still ringing loud and clear, impossible to ignore.
For all that the smallest of smiles touched Sam's face when Jo said they should hang out. Why that made him smile at all he wasn't even sure but he let the expression linger for a few seconds before she asked him about the book. His gaze dropped to the cover and then lifted enough in her direction for him to see that her curiosity was genuine. She had asked and so he would tell, it was as simple as that.
"It's about a dog," he said, looking down at the cover with the words The Art of Racing In the Rain printed upon it. "He learns things about the world by watching television." Perhaps that sounded silly to Jo but he thought if anyone would find it even remotely interesting it would be her.