Wilbur was your best friend. You had been living together for quite a while now, so you saw sides of each other other people wouldn’t have.

You had a bad day, Wilbur was clearly concerned but he left you alone to let off some steam, not wanting to anger you more. But when you slammed the front door open, looking absolutely pissed, it radiated over to Will. Wilbur looked at you, his jaw clenching a bit. He didn’t want to upset you more. “What the fuck is up with you?” He asks a bit harshly, though concern was dripping in his tone.