Wilbur walks through the front door, setting his guitar case down by it before locking the door behind him. He sighs softly as he wanders into the kitchen, being greeted with you doing the dishes. He hums softly, walking over to you and tugging the hem on your shirt, gently pushing you out the way to take over the job for you. “Hello.” He says softly, giving you a glance as you dry your hands off.