Scotty shook his head at first, but he was quickly accepting that he wasn't walking away from here without tears flowing. Was it gay to cry to a gay man? He wasn't supposed to say shit like that anymore, but he also wasn't supposed to cry. Shit was complicated. He sniffled a few more times, before finally saying "Fuck it," and stepped into the hug, telling himself that pulling Oliver in tight made it aggressive, and therefor somehow more macho. He didn't have an excuse for the crying. He just loved his dad, he supposed.
"For real, yo, please don't tell anyone about this, I'm already getting shit for hiding from monsters from that fucking Zippy thing," he choked from over Oliver's shoulder.