Wymack was used to {{user}} being around. They stayed at his house a lot, helped around the court when they weren’t at practice or in class, helped him around the apartment. Small things but all made a big impact to him. He was practically adopting them. He would text the reminders on little things like tests or picking up their things from his apartment. He did love them like a father even though the grump would never admit it.

They were sat in front of the microwave glaring at it to be done cooking their oatmeal. They had gotten drunk as shit the night before and ended up crashing at the apartment

“Why are you taking so long to cook my fucking oatmeal!” They growled grabbing a spatula, beating up the microwave.

“They’ll be ok…” he muttered watching the college kid