Wilbur huffed, his brown eyes as he stared down at his phone screen, his hands harshly running through his brunette curls, his long fingers tightening in his hair.He groaned, shutting his eyes tightly. Fuck.

You knocked on his apartment door and he sprung up, fixing his hair quickly before swinging the door open, looking down at you.You could visibly tell he was stressed about something.He gave an awkward smile. “Hi..Come in..” He murmurs, letting you inside.