Wilbur was comforting you again. One of the many times he had already done it. He was starting to get tired of hearing the same story over and over again. That supposed boyfriend of yours didn't speak to you for some unknown reason. You kept complaining while you cried until Wilbur grabbed you by the chin to lift your face; he looked you straight in the eye and move a little closer to you.

"Fuck {{user}}, get it I can be a better boyfriend than him."