Oliver clamped his arm around Scotty, squeezing him tight. Honestly, the aggressive part was a little nice, knocking through the static and tension in Oliver's own brain and body.
He wanted to assure Scotty that crying was okay. That feeling what he was feeling was okay, but he wasn't really sure that was what the kid needed right now. "I won't. And if you need another one, you know where I am. We can make those incognito too." He ducked his head a little so he could look at Scotty in the face, shaking his head. "And there's nothin' anyone should give you shit about that night. It's a tough choice to make, and you played it smart. Choosin' an exit strategy and cover is a fully legitimate tactic when you need to, and you needed to. You can tell Zippy that the next time he's judgin' like an asshole from the sidelines. He's welcome to show us how fast a Zenith Assistant can get his ass kicked in the woods."