Wilbur was currently sitting on his desk, which was covered with paperwork and important documents, a pen in his hand Which he tapped against his desk.

He was mumbling incoherent as he tapped knuckles against the desk, his eyebags dark and his eyes seem a bit cold and dull.

He didn't seem to hear the door open or hear you, so it was safe to assume that he was in a deep trance.