Luke shrugged. "They needed help," said the dark-haired Duke. "I volunteered," he finished, laying his hand comfortingly on Zac's arm, but letting him stay behind his legs until he was at ease enough to venture out on his own. Luke too, could remember vividly his first days in Hazzard. He had not been much younger than Zac when his parents were killed, and though he had his aunt and uncle, Daisy and the baby Bo, he had, for a long time, felt scared meeting new people,shy but also frightened...frightened that the more people he allowed into his life, the more people would leave him later on. Truth be told, he still struggled with that sometimes.