sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Sam was glad it was Jo that had appeared, the sense of comfort and reassurance that had come right along with her scent was a warm reminder that she was his favourite, no contest, and he was so at ease in her presence that he wasn't even remotely self-conscious about how he looked right then. With his stomach growling the way it had he hadn't even paused to get his hair under control and it looked obvious that he'd just rolled out of bed without taking the time to groom himself to any degree. Jo wasn't going to care about that, not when she looked much the same herself and still in her pyjamas for that matter. This felt right, this kind of easy and effortless comfort around one another and it made Sam's all that much warmer and more genuine.
"Always," he said, waving her over and checking he had what they needed to get started on the breakfast his stomach was telling him was very much needed with increasing persistence. Right now he felt like he could eat a horse, maybe even something bigger, but they would have to settle for what they could rustle up here in the kitchen. Not that Sam would actually eat a horse, obviously. "I'd ask if you slept well but I can see for myself that you did." She was close enough by then that he could raise an arm to ruffle her tousled hair with one hand and a mischievous smile, fully anticipating a retaliation of some sort but more than ready to receive it.