Today was just not your day. You’ve been upset at everything, every big thing, little thing. Wilbur’s been trying all day to cheer you up. Nothing worked. He tried hugs, jokes, distractions, but nothing has worked. After a while, he just gave up and resorted to singing to you, rubbing your back and holding you close until you relaxed for the first time today. Soon enough, you were leaning against him, eyes closed as your breathing evened out.