He hesitated, just for a second because his brain is rushing through all the possible ways it could be misinterpreted, then reaches over and laid a hand on Gabriel's knee. Very solidly his knee, not his thigh. Touch was a better form of communication for Dal. It told him things words didn't, couldn't. And so it was something he was, generally, very careful with outside of dates.

"No one's perfect." God, didn't Dal know that. "Not everyone tries to help others out, either. It's appreciated."