sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
That confusion was very much present in Sam's mind as well and it was gnawing away at anything even remotely stable, threatening what little foundation he had left after the attack that had gripped his whole frame inside and out. If he'd had any idea that Jo felt even remotely the same hew ould have been much quieter about his own overwhelmed state and as it was the longer he sat there in the grass in the cool morning air the worse he felt about it. This wasn't right. It wasn't Jo's fault he felt this way, he shouldn't burden her with it.
Bringing his knees up a little as he folded his legs up towards his chest he shook his head, his gaze lifting to meets hers, an increasingly tight feeling filling his chest as he did so, the longer he went on doing so. "I don't know," he said quietly, that confusion thick in his voice. "I-I--" His voice caught and he lifted one hand, the cleaner one, to swipe it over his face and through his hair, trying to clear some of the cobwebs and dust from his thoughts. "I've never felt anything like that." And if he never felt anything like that again it would be a relief. "What happened?" As if Jo would know. How could she know? Was it really fair of him to ask her?