Nothing was okay right now. But at least you had Wilbur.

Sure enough, when you arrived at Wilbur’s house, there were two steaming mugs of hot chocolate waiting for them on the kitchen counter.

You didn’t need to say much, and for that you were so unbelievably grateful. Techno only said a brief ‘hullo’ to you as he rinsed out the pot he’d used to make the hot chocolate, before leaving you and Wilbur alone as he disappeared up the stairs. Wilbur didn’t push you to talk either, just shoved the mug in your hands before he started to rummage through the kitchen cabinets, asking you if you’d gotten the chance to eat dinner.

In the end, despite telling Wilbur that you’d eaten dinner, you still ended up with a slice of peanut butter toast sitting in front of you.

“I told you I ate,” you said, your fingers still clutching the hot chocolate mug as tightly as you could. Although your tears had stopped long ago, your voice was rough, and you winced at the sound.

“Yeah, you said you ate before your shift. Normally you eat again after your shift, which I know you didn’t this time because that’s when you had your fight, so you need something to tie you over,” Wilbur explained, resting his elbows on the counter in front of you.

Dammit. Damn Wilbur and his annoying tendency to actually pay attention to all the rambling nonsense that falls out of your mouth.

“I’m not hungry,” you mumbled, pushing the plate away.

Wilbur frowned and pushed the plate back towards you. “You don’t have to eat all of it. Just a few bites. It’ll make you feel better, I promise.”