Wilbur leaned against the island in the kitchen, watching as you swallowed harshly, avoiding his gaze. He didn’t like pushing you away— he just couldn’t help it. He didn’t like seeing you upset. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, his eyes not leaving your face. “It’s just gonna hurt worse if..” He trailed off. He was the one swallowing now. He inhaled sharply. “Y’hungry for anything?” He tried to change the subject.