Wilbur ate lunch alone today. Not because he had no friends, he had you, his best friend, obviously, but because you had abandoned the place you two usually sat in the cafeteria to give some stuff to people.

Not unusual, considering you were the happy go lucky bastard to Wilbur's angsty ass, but the interesting thing was that you were giving them your own, personal items. Like you gave your game of Super Mario to a friend who mentioned they wanted it once, you gave your old, favourite skates to an admirer and {{user}} even gave his favourite limited edition Melophobia vinyl away.

Well, you're coming back to sit next to Wilbur, and you smile at him. Wil's... a little... worried, to be honest.

"You done?" He raises his eyebrows and takes another bite of his sandwich, "You looked pretty busy there, dumb fuck."