You guys know why David Wymack is my favorite? I can sum it into two words: Let me.
Wymack picks Neil up from the airport, or, someone he thinks is Neil but can’t tell for all the bandages and newly dyed hair and ice blue eyes that had been brown just two weeks ago. He picks Neil up and he takes him and home and he carries him up to his apartment and lets this boy sleep on his couch. He redresses his bandages and clenches his jaw through his own anger but let’s it spill over just a little at a dark inked 4 on his striker’s cheek. And Neil tries cut it off with a knife, god, but Wymack is right there like he’s been right there for months and Neil bites out “help me” because he’s drowning he’s suffocating he’s dying and Wymack just says “let me”.
He doesn’t say “I am” or “calm down” or even say that he’s been trying to help Neil for months he just says “let me” because you can’t help anyone that doesn’t want your help. It’s his approach at life, at all the foxes, to look them in the eye and say “let me help” and there’s a distinct kind of bravery there that very few people have and it just amazes me.
Can you believe that Wymack is canonically the kind of person who yells his children’s full names when he’s angry at them?!, like, he literally yelled “Andrew Joseph Minyard!” when an officer showed up at his practice and now I can’t stop imagine him yelling full names all day.
“Neil Abram Josten, get your sorry ass away from that microphone this instant!”
“Nicholas Esteban Hemmick, one more word and you’ll be running a marathon so fast you’ll get a fucking whiplash!”
“Aaron Michael Minyard, I will fucking sign you as one of the Vixens if you don’t get back to practice right now!”
The fact that his own son doesn’t have a middle name makes everyone hate Kevin even more
Wymack: In all the years I’ve known him. There’s always been exactly one place Andrew wanted to be. And he’s always fought like hell to make sure he got there and stayed there.
Neil: Where’s that?
Wymack: Wherever you were.
“Thea is watching from South tonight,” Kevin said, looking
to the elevated VIP box. It was too far away and too high up for Neil to make
out any faces, but there was a small crowd gathered at the windowed walls
already. Knowing the Court was here to watch them play sent a chill through
Neil’s veins. Kevin dragged his stare back to Wymack’s face and said, “and my
father comes to all of my games. That is enough.”
On Wymack’s other side, Abby’s gaze softened. Wymack’s jaw worked for a moment
before he could say in an even tone, “Your mother would be proud of you.”
“Not just of me,” Kevin said in a rare bout of humanity.
Nothing but My Aching Soul 