sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
It was never clear to Sam that people had any sorts of positive feelings towards him because it just wasn't something that he was used to. Back in Montana positivity hadn't been any part of his life, let alone a big one, and the biggest adjustment here in Scarlet Oak was just that: people cared about one another here, and not just everyone else around him but him too, it seemed like. Asking him if he wanted something to eat, telling him he could borrow books, giving him his own room. It was all still very strange to him and not something he could imagine himself getting used to because after more than a decade of resentment and degradation certain things just became rooted and locked in. Sam didn't actually think about those things though, he wasn't in the business of thinking about himself at all, certainly not for more than a few seconds at a time.
"She's a really good cook," Sam said, looking down at the box in his hands not only because it was still there but because it gave him something to focus on other than his feet and he couldn't very well meet Farren's gaze while she spoke. That was a habit he would possibly never be able to break. "Did--" Sam swallowed against a nervous dryness in his throat but managed to take a breath and try again, "Did she teach you to cook?"
Asking questions was presumptuous but Jo had been reminding him that he was allowed to ask questions and if he was asking about her and something to do with her family then that fit the bill of an okay thing to do, didn't it? Sam wasn't sure. He supposed he would find out soon enough.