Wilbur bites his bottom lip as he gently puts a Bluey band-aid— the ones you absolutely pressed to have— on your knee that you scratched up pretty badly. You watch as he unpackages another to put on your knee. He glances up at you, a look in his eyes that screams ‘i care about you!!’ He puts the last band-aid on your knee before looking back up at you. “Be more careful next time, yeah?” He says softly, ruffling your hair.