"—I don't think so? Like, I know zoning out isn't weird, but, like, 'oh, I know where this conversation is going, you will be talking to a screensaver for the next however long, it's a very friendly screensaver but I am not experiencing the rest of this interaction, I am somewhere else watching my body do its thing without me', I'm— pretty sure that's at least kind of unusual?" 

"...I don't think so? I guess it's a bit unusual that you're--friendly and talking during it, but it can't be that unusual, the--the details are different, for sure, but I think most people do something similar."

No, he is actually confident on this one. "I mean, maybe, but I didn't do that until after the death arena, and didn't really do it until, uh, the aftermath of the death arena, and I don't think I know anyone who does that who hasn't been through a death arena, or at least I didn't until a month ago." 

"I think the only one here who's been through a death arena is--maybe Techno?"

"—the literal arena is not really the point? The point is that we're all, um, kind of fucked up, because of being Hunger Games victors.

Anyway, I don't know, maybe that's normal here, it's just— not, in the context I'm from." 

Vague shrugging motion, as much as he can without unhugging. "I dunno, maybe we're fucked up. That's not--a bad thing. It can be--useful, right."

"Yeah! Yeah, no, it's definitely useful." 

"It's--it's adaptive, right, otherwise we'd be, we'd be dead. And we're--we're not, we're not dead." He is definitely trying to convince himself on this one.

Tight tight hug. Q's fingernails scrape against Wilbur's scalp. "Yeah. Kept us alive and— less hurt than we could have been." 

Okay. Okay. This is--this is good. He's okay, he's alive, he can feel Q's arms and Q's fingernails, he's alive. Q gets like this too, he just said so, just don't be weird about it.

"Is there anything I should--do? If you're having a panic attack?"

"Mostly just, not call attention to it, if anyone else is around. I'll be fine but they're subtle for a reason.

And—" his voice breaks, a little bit— "stay with me?" 

“Yeah, of course.” He squeezes one finger at a time into Q’s arm. “I can do that.”

"And— is there anything I should do, if you're—?"

"...It's-- I'm fine."

"...okay."

(He's pretty sure he can figure it out, honestly, Wilbur is a lot of things but he's not subtle. Relatedly, he's not letting go.) 

Well. Q told him off last time he tried to leave; he's staying until Q leaves, now. He's even mostly okay with this, although he might cling harder on and off.

He's happy to spend the morning being clung to; he'll try out other physical sensations to see if they help but not in a particularly goal directed way. When it's been long enough that he's like eighty percent sure he's made his point about wanting Wilbur around he lets go, gets up and gets dressed.

And if Wilbur leaves in a non-Las Nevadas-ward direction, he's got a crater to help clean up. 

Sure, he can do that!

It's not especially complicated; the TNT didn't destroy so much that he can't tell where the blocks would have been originally, he just puts them back. The glass is marginally harder because the pieces have gotten kind of everywhere, that being the way of glass, but he doesn't cut himself too badly on the edges and he can eat food about it right there. 

He doesn't take down the sign but he does write down a note, intending to leave it in the kitchen, which reads Tried to get all the broken glass so Fundy doesn't have to, sorry if I missed any. —Q

On the one hand, Quackity has been studiously avoiding his body double since--well, since last time.

One the other hand, he helped Wilbur blow up his restaurant last night, and now he's inside it again.

"What do you think you're doing? Tell Wilbur he can come see me in person, alright."

What a coincidence; he's been avoiding Quackity too. 

"Hm? Wilbur doesn't know I'm here, but I can tell him that anyway if you want." 

"Right, right. Of course he doesn't. So why are you here?" He squints at the fixed corner. "Are you betraying him?"

Well that sure sounds like something Wilbur would hear about and Q would then have to deal with. How about not that. 

"Wasn't planning on it. But Fundy's my friend, and I'd rather he not have to clean up broken glass if I can avoid it." 

“Right, sure. And you fixed the corner out of the— kindness of your heart. Well. Las Nevadas thanks you for your service, it is much appreciated.”

Yeah, that's not really reassuring as regards whether Wilbur will hear about this. The note vanishes into his inventory. "Cool. See you around."