It was a strange but deep kind of comfort, that soft touch on his brow that was working so hard to smooth out his worry and misunderstanding. It did it's job too, easing out some of the obvious consternation in his features but did nothing for the concern that stayed in his dark brown eyes.

"What's that mean?"

He could only come up with 'luck' but luck only held out so long. Luck wasn't experience - Experience was something different. It meant getting shot a few times along the way too.