That is unfortunate, because Q's depth perception is "no," and he can't catch things thrown at him even if he's expecting it, which he isn't. He tries but the rock hits him in the chest and bounces off. 

"Why?" 

"It's easy to replace if he gives a shit. Just to prove we're not fucking around."

"...okay, but like, why do we need to prove that?" 

"You trust me, right?"

He trusts Wilbur's intentions, sort of, mostly, which is not the same thing and definitely doesn't mean he trusts this decision. He absolutely cannot say no, it would be a declaration of war. 

"If I didn't trust you enough to hear you out, I wouldn't be asking." 

"Well it's not really trust, is it, if you'll only do things that have been explained to your satisfaction. That's just--being convinced."

He's fine. He's totally fucking fine.

He has asked Wilbur to stop before, and Wilbur has stopped. Wilbur has demonstrated that he will stop. 

"...I trust you." 

"Pick up the rock, Q."

Feeling a little bit like he's puppeting himself from the outside, or somewhere else while a screensaver runs his body for him, he picks up the rock. 

"Now break the windows."

He's fine. He's literally completely fine. It can be replaced; it's not even hard to replace, this is a world where construction takes minutes or hours, not weeks or months. Nobody's even here. If everything goes wrong and Quackity--

The glass breaks. 

"Now do that again." If Q looks to be doing as instructed, Wilbur walks inside, ignoring the broken glass, Ranboo trailing behind. "Come here, Ranboo."

Someone's going to have to deal with the glass but apparently it won't be Wilbur and it probably won't be Ranboo either. He'll break more windows. Fuck, he'll break all the windows in this building. If it's Fundy who has to clean up he'll apologize. 

This is good. This is great, even. A shard of glass lodges itself in the sole of Wilbur's shoe and it's exhilarating, he's alive.

He puts a piece of TNT down in the corner and holds a flint and steel out to Ranboo.

"...You sure about that one?"

"You trust me too, right?"

"....Yeah?" He takes the flint and steel.

"Detonate that. It's only in the corner."

"...I mean, it’s just in the corner, right? And then it'll--drop all the blocks. We can, like, put that somewhere?"

"We'll put that in a chest for him."

"...Okay." He lights the TNT and then steps back, giving it a wide berth. "--Careful--"

Wilbur doesn't move; the shock hits him hard, and he's on his knees for a second. His left arm has scorch marks up it.

"It's alright."

He starts filling the crater back in with sand.

"I'll fill this in. Good job, man. Good job both of you. You passed the test. You can-- go back to the van. I'll be with you soon."

He turns to face Ranboo and Q.

"I'm-- I'm proud of you. You've--taken a side. You've proven that you can take a side. That you'll--take my side if it comes down to it. I'll be back soon. After I--after I fix this."

(Ranboo stammers out a thank you and then takes him up on the going back to the van.)

It's not. It's not alright. None of this is fucking alright. 

He nods to Ranboo but he's not going back to the van, he's helping Wilbur fill in the crater. His hands are definitely not at all shaky and if they are no they aren't. 

Wilbur doesn't bother to put the floor back once the ground is back; he grabs a spare chest, puts it down, puts the concrete in there (22 white, 7 gray, 1 red, 7 black). "You can head back too. Help Ranboo with the van."

"--your arm."