Wilbur sighed, putting away the last of he dishes from Quackity's pile of dirty dishes. Speaking of, he decided to go find him. He carefully ascended the stairs in his boyfriends massive fucking house (rich people things) and knocked on the door a few times.

"Mi amour? Are you in there?" He asked with a softer voice than usual when he heard the hiccuping sobs inside. When he got no response he adjusted his wings before entering, seeing Quackity curled in on himself in his bed. Wilbur frowned, rushing over and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Darling.. what happened?" He asked, brushing a black lock of hair from his boyfriend's face.