He doesn't bother touching her, clapping a hand onto her back or knocking his knee against hers. Right now, they're not there yet.

"You read my journal. You saw what I did. Murderin', robbin', cheatin'. Somewhere along the line I did something that was good enough to get me here. It ain't a clear path, I am sorry to tell you."

Honestly, the fact that she's saying she gives a shit, that she wants to maybe improve, that's a huge sign for him. But he won't rub it in, make it loom larger than she can take.