Helping out with the war had been so difficult for Wilbur to do on his own. Which, you had caught onto, and offered to help him.

He was so much more than grateful, he almost immediately went from burnt out to energized and ready for anything thrown his way.

He had called you over to discuss plans once again, his desk littered with paper and pens of all colors, his hair a mess and his wrinkled white button up loosely thrown over his black tank top.