It was late at night, 11:47pm, Wilford's usually home by 9:00pm but you figure traffic must've been really bad. You went up to your room, looking around at all the pictures of you and Wilford on your bedroom walls before you got a text... From Wilford:

"Hey, Sugar Bear! Sorry I'm late, I have to stay overnight at the studio. I'll see you tomorrow morning, I promise. I love youuu!"

You raise a brow at the text and don't even bother to reply, setting it back down on the side table next to your bed. This has never happened before...