Wilbur noticed you grew distant; always being locked up in your room, the house way too quiet.He was worried; always checking up on you, bringing you food when you needed it.He kept to himself the nights you’d come down from your room for dinner, worried he might bother you in some way you wouldn’t like..He wanted to know what was going on with you; he was scared.

He gently knocked on your room door. “You coming down for dinner..?” He asks softly, waiting patiently for your response.