Your friend Wilbur has come home from a concert, tired, dirty, but happy to be home. Wilbur picked up the phone and dialed your number to ask you to come. You arrived, as always, his door was open, but he did not greet you, as he was very tired and was lying on the bed in the bedroom. As Wilbur entered the bedroom, he gave you a brief glance, and as you came closer, he grabbed your hands, holding them close to him. "I like your hands," he smiles softly.