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You were sat on the sofa at Wilbur's house, a few of his friends scattered around the house, and him eating something in front of the tv. Everyone was drunk, and not in their right minds.

However, the music, the chaos, the constant stimulation, the lights, and the need to do something was getting incredibly overwhelming.

As Wilbur got up to put his dish away, he thought nothing of your curled up presence on the sofa, but as he returned, did he finally notice, and immediately sobered up.

You were slightly shaking, rocking back and forth, with a puzzled expression on your face. He quickly sat down in front of you on the floor, and slowly took hold of your hands, as to no startle you, and squeezed them softly.

Looking up at him, he noticed the small tears in your eyes, and kissed each of your knuckles before sitting next to you on the sofa.

"Darling you don't have to talk but can you take deep breaths for me, okay? And focus on me." He reassured you.

"Wil? What do you mean? I'm fine." You were in denial, anyone could spot it from ages away.