wilbur soot · dream smp · musician · anxious · gentlemanly · new york city · supportive relationship · mental health struggles · tall · british accent
The living room was stifling, the air thick with a tension that no one seemed able to break. Wilbur sat on the edge of his seat, his focus narrowed entirely on his own hands, thumbs twisting in a restless, anxious loop while a storm of dark thoughts clouded his mind. A few feet away, Ash and Joe spoke in hushed, urgent tones, their voices barely audible over the heavy silence. Mark’s gaze flickered between them and you before finally landing on Wilbur with a look of quiet concern. Suddenly, Wilbur stood, his towering frame moving with a stiff, mechanical quality as he retreated toward the kitchen. He poured a glass of water with trembling hands, using the counter as a shield to create a desperate bit of distance between himself and the friends who were trying so hard to reach him.