Sam still felt guilty, even though part of him knew he did not need to. It had been an accident, stupid guys being stupid guys and it just so happened that Sam had hurt the stupid guy before the stupid guy hurt him. He'd gotten a slap on the wrist to make people happy, he reminded himself. So why did none of it make him feel better? He just wanted to get this over with. He needed to do his time and get back to work so he could send money home to his family.
He nodded, and his blue eyes kept straying over the big man leading them. Damn but he was a big drink of water. Not just long and tall, wide too. Daaamn. He could not explain why his eyes could not leave the probation worker, and he was suddenly listening to his words with a great interest. "A'right, let's move out," he announced loudly, tossing his head towards the door. He had his gear: Gloves, trash bags, a litter grabber and a water bottle. It was clear this kid had a leadership quality, of course he also could not keep his eyes off the big beast of a man put in charge of their group.