Scotty actually did calm down this time, stopping his punch-dancing to fold his arms over his chest and nod along sagely, leaving Oliver to figure out how much he was actually paying attention to. "Right, right, makes sense, makes sense," he said, "if anyone wants to take that shit out on me, though, you know I'm gonna do shit about it.I'm not saying I think anyone would, but things got weird when we found out about my dad to begin with, and now people are on edge over monsters and bodies and shit. I don't know what would be the thing to make people go crazy, but I'm just saying I can take anyone who might." He cleared some tension out of his throat, tilting his head back a little more as he kept nodding, like the angle might help him keep from crying. He wasn't going to cry. His eyes were definitely not getting glassy.