Wilbur can't focus, in study group. Tommy's trying to help, making jokes, but they're not landing; he's already snapped once rather than laughing.
He can't stop thinking. Of Eret, mostly. But also before that, of Alex. Of what he had said when they got high together.
For what you're doing, you need power, and right now, Wilbur, you don't have any.
He had been told what would happen. He just hadn't listened. And now more than ever, he needs this to work, for Tommy and Toby and Niki and Jack.
And so when everyone's leaving, he lingers. He grabs Tommy's arm. "Hey, right hand man, I want to speak to you."