Pre-reconciliation Bradley Bradshaw having to deal with people thirsting over his dad and awkwardly cannot say or do anything about it, cause on one hand; that's his dad and then on the other no one knows that's his dad, and he's not going to tell them.
Bradley: Hey Hangman, what up?
Hangman: Oh hey Roo, naw I'm still too good to be true, just got a crick in my neck
Rooster: Hangman, we literally didn't have training yesterday, how in the fuck did you manage that??
Hangman: Nope, just strained it tryin' to get a look at Mavericks ass in them Levi's jeans yesterday after training. Hot Damn that man is another level of hot, y'know? Wonder if he's married??
Phoenix, butting into the convo: Nope no ring, any kids in the picture??
Hangman: Probably, he screams dilf somehow, but fuck that I'm down, gods what I wouldn't give to peel him outta those jeans...
Phoenix: Always knew you were an ass man Bagman, personally I'd be going for the shirt first, did you see those abs??
Hangman: Hey, don't blame me, thing of beauty like that deserves worship but I ain't picky.
Hangman: Bradshaw, what about you?? Rooster??
Bradley *Thousand yard stare, dissociated from the convo minutes ago to protect his sanity*: ...