Wilbur set the boxes on the coffee table and made a detour to the kitchen to grab a six pack, popping one out and setting it near Nancy.
"All right, all right," Wilbur said, "Just curious, is all. She was pretty tore up 'bout th'whole thing."
Nancy was probably right, anyway. Baby-daddy drama wasn't really something he needed to be involved in, especially since his most common method of reasoning through hostile situations involved his fists. Wilbur cracked his beer and opened one of the pizzas - a meat lovers - and pulled a slice free.
"I been thinkin'," he said out of the corner of his mouth, "That I oughta get a better job. Better payin', I mean."
Since Nancy was giving advice, he'd just move to another topic he was a little lost on.