sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
It was something Sam wanted all the time as well, that comfort and familiarity and reassurance, that warmth and sense of security and trust that he felt in Jo's presence the instant she stepped through the door and into the kitchen. It felt so natural, so right, and with that sense came one resounding word that filled his heart and his mind, so pure and brilliant that there was no denying or ignoring it: pack. This was where he belonged, with Jo and the others, and this was where he would always be. This was home.
With a disbelieving little laugh he dropped his bottom jaw in a show of incredulity that was ruined by the amusement that shone in his eyes at the same time. "Make sure you take your own advice, while you're at it." That poke to the ribs drove a laugh out of him, a free and happy sound even as he took one of the pans from Jo and responded to her bump with a small playful growl that had no real animal resonance behind it. "Pushy," he said to her without any real bite to the word. The eggs were retrieved from their place and he set the carton on the counter beside the stove. "If you're doing the bacon," he began, "and I'm doing the eggs, who's on toast duty? We can't neglect toast duty, that one's vital."