He flicks on Top Gun and sits back, scooting a little closer to you.The bus is mostly silent, his bandmates napping, looking out of the window, or at their phones.Wilbur looks up at you, scooting a bit closer and laying his head down on your lap, looking up at you. “You doing alright?” He asks softly.You just had a family member die, so he was constantly checking up on you.He was sad for you.And your family.