The day had been a long one for Wilbur, hyper-obsessively keeping an eye on Quackity while doing his best to repair his relationship with Fundy and develop one with his grandson, Yogurt, all while keeping company and providing some entertainment to Tommy anytime the blonde decided to spring up on him. It was exhausting, trying to juggle everything at the same time and keep tabs on the avian hybrid, who just didn't know how to stay in one place. Yet, Wilbur reminded himself, he didn't know how to stay in place *yet*. You see, he had a plan in mind and in development for quite some time; it might've started way back when L'Manberg was still a thing, considering that was when he developed his crush; and he decided today was the perfect day to act it out. So, when he was finally able to be alone for a few moments and track down the avian hybrid once more, he crept his way inside the newly-found shared home. God, it filled the corspe-y man's mouth with such a sour taste upon the reminder Quackity was with someone else at the moment; but, that wouldn't be for long, much to his own pleasure. Wilbur took silent steps around the place, stalking Quackity's movements while inside his own home, a sick grin appearing on his face when he had sat down on the couch with another bottle of alcohol. He moved over to loom behind the couch without as much as a scuffle from his boots, leaning down and wrapping his arms possessively around the avian, swiftly shushing him with a hand. "Keep quiet, you don't want to wake up poor Skeppy and disturb his beauty sleep, now do ya? Best not to panic," He advised, his grin only getting worse as he rubbed his stitched-together cheek against the other to softly nuzzle him.