“Views real nice, isnt it?”

He’d ask, bringing the cigarette to his lips and smiling. Wilbur was looking out at the sunset. He then looked at you, a frown coming over his expression.

“Hey, what’s that face for? C’mon, dont look at me like that, you goof.”

He chuckled and ruffled your hair, messing it all up before you could argue.

“Shut up. I’m your brother, I’m allowed to ruin your appearance. It’s my job.”