sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Having anyone act defensive on his behalf wasn't something Sam was familiar with, it was just one more thing he was never going to be able to get used to, though no one here had really gone that far yet. Jo had acted upset on his behalf and that was strange enough but actually protecting him in any sense of the word? Omegas weren't protected by anyone, they were the bottom of the pecking order for a reason and their role was a simple and necessary one, that was how it had always been for Sam. Not always, though, deep down beneath the trauma and the lasting damage he knew that, that he hadn't always been Omega. Those memories were just a little too far out of reach.
Even with Jo that eye contact was kept to a minimum though Sam had started to notice, in the back of his mind, that he met her gaze more than he did anyone else's. Why that was exactly he couldn't even begin to hazard a guess and perhaps it was best not to try and figure it out.
The offer to teach him some recipes caught him off guard enough, however, that he looked up at Farren, albeit only for a moment. "O-okay," he stammered before his gaze averted and then dropped, widened briefly by his surprise. "I'd like that. Thank you." Sam nodded a little as he spoke, hoping he seemed eager without going too far because he didn't want to take anything for granted or overstep.