Oliver's hand moved, firmly running over Edwin's back, making sure it could be felt through the layers of clothing. He could feel himself nodding, though he still hadn't figured out what to do about Scotty yet. He knew he'd have to be the one to do it, not sure he could trust anyone else to handle it with the care it needed.
"I'm gonna talk to him after this, I think. He needs to know before anybody else does. Him first, then the other people in the house who...who knew him." That was the delicate way of putting it, and he wondered if maybe he shouldn't tell them first, but it would be awful for Scotty to find out offhand because someone else mentioned it. "I don't...I don't really know what to do beyond that." He supposed it went without saying the utter horror show it could be if Simms showed up at random one day. They had no way to contain him, unless there was a cell in one of the inaccessible rooms. Maybe that was possible. He knew that there would be people out for blood. He knew that there would be people terrified for their own safety. And fuck, there was Scotty. Maybe Simms would be less of a danger with his kid in the house. Maybe Scotty would get a firsthand look at the monster his father was. No kid deserved that.