He was a little nervous, a little bookish, his frame slender and light. He was - or had once been - a cute college kid. James hung his head, his blond hair falling into his face. The guards escorted him down the halls, the sound of men stomping their boots and smacking their cell bars following him. He'd never had a brother, he'd lucked out for his first year of college and snagged a single room, and then his whole life had changed.
James had never had to share a room with another man in his life.
