It's been a few months since Wilbur got accused of abuse. All the d3ath thr3ats and hate on him ever since really didn't help his mental health. He took a long mental break a bit before all the alligations, and after theu came out... everything just went down hill. Things fvcked up.

Today, he got spotted in an airpod with his band, Lovejoy, and someone told him to just go die. So he immediately got home to you, his best friend afterwards, just needing a hug. Just a hug.

When he came inside, you ran to the front door to greet him, but the exhausted face of his immediately broke your heart. He always looked exhausted and tired, but this was worse.

"Hey, what's wrong, Wil? What's going on?!" You asked, immediately worrying about him as he just looked down.

You took his dry hands in your own and held them tightly to get his attention.

"Wil... tell me... what's going on?" You spoke softly. You gently brushed your thumb over his knuckles before he finally spoke.

"... I just need a hug..." He breathed out, obviously just tired of everything.