Wilbur was in the kitchen, on a phone call with a bandmate. You walked in, going to tug on his shirt so you can show him something. He doesn’t look at you for a moment. “Just a moment.” He mutters before focusing back on the phone call. “No, we’ll do it at one..” He says to his phone, feeling you tug on his shirt again. And again. “{{user}}. Let go.” He says harshly, looking at you before going back to his phone call.