Wyatt holds his free hand up, stopping Howard gently.

"Son, it don't matter. Who ya were, what ya did - not to me anyways. We've all made mistakes an' done an' said things that we ain't proud of. That makes us human." Another squeeze from the hand on the boy's shoulder, and gentle pressure, a light push. A soothing rock. "What matters is that ya learn from 'em and that ya keep tryin'. An' that's the young man I know."