Scotty didn't let go right away, but one hand crept up to wipe away tears that he no longer could contain. It still felt weird, hugging this guy and crying on him when it was supposed to be a private thing, but it felt good to have someone who understood that this was an emotional moment for him, both in a good and bad way, but also understood that he carried himself in a specific way and felt weird sharing these emotions that conflicted with his normal image. Oliver was okay in his book. The assurance that he'd done something that was a fully legitimate tactic sure didn't hurt, either. "I'll kick the fuck out of Zippy's ass," he agreed softly.
Still, he let himself out of the hug when he felt like he'd held it too long, and continued to wipe his eyes as he took a step back. "Thanks, bro," he said, his voice low and a little hoarse as he choked back what tears were left. "You're a good guy. That's the fucking truth." He cleared his throat a few more times, then puffed up his chest as he wiped at his eyes and nose again.