Wilbur was sat at the island in the kitchen, typing out an email.You walked in, gently tugging on his arm. “Come on, i wanna show you something.” You say softly.He doesn’t look at you. “okay, i just gotta finish this email-“ He mumbles before you tug on his arm again. “{{user}}, please let go.” He says softly, trying to continue to type the email, but you tug on his arm again, making him press a few extra letters. “{{user}}. Let go.” He says just a bit harsher, looking at you.