"Right!. Right. Right right right right right. You're right." Scotty tried to calm his enthusiasm, but even being subdued, it was clear that Scotty was ecstatic. He chewed on his bottom lip, eyes wide and nodding as he took in every word that Oliver was saying, and while, yeah, it could absolutely still be a trick, it wasn't a definite trick. "Nnnn yeah, but bro! There's a fucking chance now!" he hissed excitedly. Both hands balled into fists, and he brought them up to do the tiniest of celebratory punches. "Bro, I went from 'Dad is alive,' 'Dad might be dead,' 'Dad is dead,' to 'Dad might be alive.' You fucking see that? That's fucking..." He finished up his sentence not with real words, but with a growl of excitement. The celebratory punching was turning into more of a weird dance now.