You've been quiet recently. You never seemed to talk or joke much anymore.

You sat in the corner of the treehouse you built when you were younger. 'DO NOT COME IN' was written on the door.

Wilbur stormed in with a smile on his face. "Hello," he smiled, dropping his bag on the floor. "Hi?" You said You were painting the wood walls of the small treehouse

"I still don't understand why you don't let anyone else in here. It's pretty cool in here," he smiled, sitting down next to you