Is it love???

Sean-- big loud brute that he is-- is not Wilbur's favorite person. He need only walk by and Wilbur starts huffing and puffing. (The fact that Sean routinely bares his teeth and growls at Wilbur might have something to do with that-- so don't get to feeling too sorry for Sean).

Sean's SHOES, on the other hand, are apparently completely unrelated to the intimidating terrorist Wilbur so fears. Upon the discovery of these fragrant havens last night, Wilbur perched in there for ages, burrowed some, treated the inner sole to some serious scratch-n-sniff, and eventually curled up and fell asleep, relishing the scent of stinky boy feet.

You've never seen a more content hedgehog.
Or human.
Sean was inwardly tickled at this display of affection, as demonstrated by wry comments and pretended displeasure. He woke up this morning still amused, chuckling at the memory.

Folks, let's call it what it is. I believe we have a budding romance on our hands.