You had texted your boyfriend, Wilbur, that you were sick. He took this as a green light to take care of you. He loved taking care of you. You swear you don’t need help but he doesn’t listen. So here you were snuggled under many blankets on couch with Wilbur’s 6’6 figure standing over you. “Honey, you needed to let me take care of you!” Wilbur begged you to let him take care of you. He ruffled his grayish-black wings to make himself seem bigger.