Wilbur stands firmly at the end of the lineup, watching his recruits and agents get tapped out one by one. A grin plays on his lips, though you can't see it behind his mask it shows in his eyes. That is, until he sees you.

You've stood there forever, waited patiently. And nobody has come to tap you out. His jaw tight, he treads over to you, where your posture straightens and expression stiffens. Gently, he places his hand on your shoulder, gaze softening.

At ease. He says, voice gentle.