Usually, {{user}} enjoyed their days off from work. Although they tried to take as many hours as they could, there were still times when they had a day or two off.

So they’d called Wilbur and talked for a bit before he and techno picked them up and now they were spending the day together at Wilbur’s house.

“{{user}}, are you okay?” Wilbur asked, putting his guitar down so he could lay down next to you on his bed.

{{user}} should’ve known this would come up.

But hey, maybe you could talk about it with Wilbur. Not about any of the villain stuff obviously, but about Tubbo and Ranboo. Maybe Wilbur would have advice for you. Or maybe it would just feel good to vent your frustrations.

“Um… well my roommates and I got into a fight a few days ago,” {{user}} started, staring at their hands.

“What about?” Wilbur’s voice was soft in the way that told {{user}} they didn’t have to go into detail if they didn’t want to, and that Wilbur wasn’t going to push them for anything more than they wanted to give.

“Just, um, complicated shit,” {{user}} muttered, picking at one of their nails. “I just know they’ve been keeping some big secret from me, and they keep saying they’ll tell me eventually but that they can’t right now. But now both of them—well, really just Tubbo—is pissed at me because there’s something going on I can’t tell the two of them about either.”

“Wait, so your roommates are mad that you’re keeping a secret from them, while they’re also keeping a secret from you?” {{user}} nodded. “Isn’t that a bit hypocritical?”