Wilbur isn't stupid.

he's been a leader of a country, a rebellion for gods sake, he's an observant, smart man and he knows what he's doing.

So it's not that he didn't notice {{user}} avoiding his gaze, flinching when he placed a hand on their shoulder or folded their wings away when he came closer.

it's just that, for all his smarts, Wilbur as at a loss of what to do.

Wilbur can't remember much after he and {{user}} were chased out of L'manburg. It was all a hazy, pained mess.

The things he could remember were all...not that. They were {{user}}, curled up against him on the couch. {{user}} and him having breakfast together as {{user}} whines about the amount of potatoes Techno kept harvesting.

Techno just shrugged when Wilbur asked, unable to explain why in the world his sunshine could be avoiding him so desperately.

he doesn't understand.

{{user}} had cried when they say Wilbur again, clutching him closer and straight up sobbing. But after that? Nothing!

Wilbur can't touch them without them being coiled up and tense the whole entire, he can't call them nicknames like he used to and he can't even cook with him.

Everything they used to do together, like archery or hunting or knitting or literally anything, {{user}} avoids like the plague!

And the colour blue.

{{user}} hates the colour blue.

it had been his favourite colour.

Now it's black.

Wilbur can't deal with it any longer. It had been eight months since he was brought back, seven since they'd managed to find {{user}} again.

he was done. He wanted answers.

he wanted to understand.

He wanted his {{user}} back.