Wilbur was a little startled by the sudden slam of the front door of the house since he was quietly humming to himself while tidying up the living room. He noticed what sounded like an annoyed huff and shoes being thrown off and hitting against the wall which could only make him assume that work had not been the kindest to his beloved.

Fixing his glasses, the brunet walked from inside the room and stood in the doorframe of the living room— leaning against it as he crossed his arms while his gaze landed on the back of his love. Tilting his head curiously he could simply tell from their body language they were in no good mood. And it only made him wonder how bad work had been today. He hadn't been messaged at all. Perhaps it was simply overly busy than usual?

"Hard day at work, love?" He'd ask softly, taking note of the sour expression on their face. He knew how stressful work day could be. Though he'd always listen if they needed to be left alone or if comfort was wanted. He knew what it was like working a seven-hour shift like how they did. And all he wanted to do was make things a little easier once they were home.