sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Apparently Farren struggled as much with interaction as Sam did, albeit in a completely different way. If he'd been anyone else that might have been reassuring but to Sam it was just one more thing he'd accidentally done wrong, tripping her up somehow to make her this way. More and more he was doing this to the people around them, making them stumble in one way or another. Sam didn't mean to do that, that was the last thing he wanted, and again he was thinking to himself that maybe he'd made a mistake in coming here at all. If he was making people so uncomfortable maybe he shouldn't be here. It had been presumptuous of him to come here in the first place, hadn't it?
Farren's apology really caught him off guard, so much that he actually looked up into her face for just a moment before conditioning caught up and he dropped his gaze again. It never occurred to Sam how strange that had to look to non-werewolves around them, non-weres in general, that any humans or other supernaturals who happened across interactions like this might think it all very odd and even unsettling. Those things never occurred to him.
You're pack and that makes you family. Sam felt an all too familiar stinging in the back of his eyes but it wasn't fear that brought it into being. Not this time. Surprise, yes, but something else, a feeling he wasn't accustomed to and couldn't even really identify for himself. Nodding to her question was easy enough, lifting his gaze a little to show she had his attention. As surprising -- shocking, really -- as the words were to hear, especially from someone like Farren, she had asked him if he understood and he did, at least in the most basic sense. "Okay," he said to her, still sounding small but no longer as frightened and bewildered as he had only a minute or so ago.
Farren had just called him pack. Family. To say that Sam hadn't been expecting that was an understatement to say the least.