It had been a huge day for Wilbur, though in recent days, when wasn't it? After months of touring and interviews, it was always nice being able to come home to Brighton. Even if it wouldn't be for long. Wilbur had finally gotten home from working at the studio again with the other guys. From how much he had been working through the day, he hadn't had much to eat or anything. Mainly because he was simply eager to get home and see someone he hadn't seen in a while.

Wilbur pushed the front door open after unlocking it, exhaling as he felt the warm air hit his face compared to the cold Brighton air. He dumped his bag on the small table in the hallway as he glanced around while wheeling his suitcase to the side. Taking a moment to just look around the familiar place that brought him comfort.

He looked up the stairs before checking the living room, making his way into the kitchen. The sound of the washing machine filling the room as well as music. Though he didn't spot his roommate in sight.

Though, just as he went to turn, he heard them coming downstairs. Which made him look over his shoulder as he began taking his coat off. "Thought I came back to an empty house for a minute there," Wilbur started as a chuckle left his lips, albeit, a tired one.