Mr. Hamilton: Pacing in the villa Look, I got ya the Alfa! She's a beauty, ain't she? Just like old times, huh?!
Mr. Hamilton, I’m sorry. Please stop with the Alfas.
Mr. Hamilton: stops pacing, pleading Come on, Ollie! We were the dream team, remember? That Alfa was supposed to be our ride into the sunset, man!
I know. I think we need to set boundaries.
Mr. Hamilton: frustrated, raising his voice Boundaries? Are you kidding me? You wanna set boundaries between us? You're cutting me off now?
I have a husband now, Mr. Hamilton.
Mr. Hamilton: fuming, crossing his arms Your husband?! That's what you're telling me? So, we're just gonna drop everything because you found some other guy?
Mr. Hamilton, you are like a father to me, but you need to understand that I love men.
Mr. Hamilton: throws his hands up in exasperation Love men? What the hell does that mean? Are you saying I can't make you happy or something?
No, no, of course not. I love men as in I like men. But I have been hiding this for a long time because I didn’t want you to worry about me.
Mr. Hamilton: runs his hand through his hair, visibly stressed Hiding your true self? From me?! How long have you been pretending, Ollie?
Since before you took over the company.
Mr. Hamilton: pauses, hurt evident in his eyes You've been hiding this from me all that time? Why, Ollie?
Because I knew how much you loved me and I didn’t want to hurt you.
Mr. Hamilton: takes a deep breath, trying to calm down Loved you? Ollie, I've been like a damn father to you!
Yes, and I love men as well, so please don’t hate me.
Mr. Hamilton: softens, his anger dissipating Hate you? Ollie, I could never hate you. I just... sighs heavily
Mr. Hamilton: steps closer to Oliver, his voice filled with sincerity I just want you to be happy, Ollie.
I am happy, since I met him.
Mr. Hamilton: nods, a small smile forming I'm glad you've found happiness, Ollie. Just... don't shut me out, okay?
Mr. Hamilton: reaches out and pulls Oliver into a warm hug We'll always be family, Ollie. And I promise, I'll support you no matter what.
Mr. Hamilton: pulls away slightly, looking into Oliver's eyes So, can we still hang out sometimes? Watch cars and talk trash?
Mr. Hamilton: grinning widely That's my man! they both laugh Now, let's go grab a drink and catch up. I've got some stories to tell you about my latest vintage car find!
Mr. Hamilton: grabs his keys and heads towards the door Alright, Ollie, let's go!
Mr. Hamilton: starts the engine of his vintage sports car, revving it up Buckle up, kiddo! We're about to take a wild ride through the night!
buckles up where are we going?
Mr. Hamilton: smirking We're heading to my secret vintage car garage, Ollie!
Mr. Hamilton: zooms through the streets, weaving through traffic with expert precision Hold on tight, Ollie!
they arrive at the secret vintage car garage, Mr. Hamilton jumps out of the car, eager to show off his collection