closed starter for @unfortunatescn.
Oliver shows up to the clubhouse a little late, still unshaven, his hair grown out longer than it’s ever been. But surprisingly enough, he looks better. Happy, even, the way he used to. You could most likely thank Ramina for this, as she’s been his concrete source of light and happiness over the last few weeks. But maybe he was also just overly excited for today, finally getting to meet his sweet little nephew. Who would have thought, Oliver Stone, an uncle! To put things lightly, he’s over the damn moon, and he feels as though his heart might explode.
He tries to contain himself as he arrives, presents under his arm. “Hey, man.” Oliver greets, approaching Andy once he spots him. “Oh shit, you have one of those baby backpacks!” Uncle Ollie, dumb as hell. He laughs, though, resting his pile of presents on a nearby table. His laughter stops for a moment, but then it spills out of him before his body even has a say, “Sorry, sorry..” He snorts, “I just never thought I’d ever see you like this. You look so funny, but I love it.” His laughter finally subsides, though his smile doesn’t, and he suddenly feels overwhelmed with pride. He’s so overwhelmingly happy for Rowan and Andy, he might burst. Oliver wants to go right in and ask to hold Benny, but he thinks it might be better to wait for his cue. “You look happy. Fatherhood suits you.” He means it. “How’re you guys settling in?”