It was something he had started doing a lot, she noticed. Resting his hand on the side of her neck. Ever since Wade had cut her there. Ever since Duke had almost been too late to save her from his brother’s addiction. Ever since Jennifer had recoiled from his reach. Any time she was scared and needed him, his hand found its way there. There was barely a scar where the wound had been, but Duke covered it. To her, it is an assurance that he will always be there to when she needs him. To him, it is a reminder of the time he almost wasn’t and a promise that he will protect her and never let anyone come that close to hurting her ever again. Whatever the touch means, one thing is certain: she never flinched when he reached out to touch her again.