"Awwwwww, Q, you think we're friends?" (The tone is light, clearly intended as an affectionate tease rather than a statement that they aren't.)

"No, actually, I think our relationship is strictly professional, I can see why the amount that we've had sex and/or cried on each other might be confusing on this front but if you look closely you will find— yes, you dipshit, I think we're friends." 

Giggle. He tilts his head to the side to kiss Q's shoulder. "You're sweet."

"I try." Can he kiss Wilbur's forehead at this angle? Well, if he misses and it ends up on his cheek that's not exactly a loss. 

He can, in fact, kiss Wilbur's forehead. Wilbur does not say I love you, but in a much more consciously aware way than he normally doesn't say I love you.

"You're too good for me, you know."

"Did I say something specific, or..?" (This is also a little bit teasing but only a little bit.) 

"Just--" He's too flopped to gesture, but he makes a valiant effort towards it. "Everything. All of it."

"That's cute. You're cute." 

"Don't they say something about stones and glass houses?"

"Oh no. I might get called cute. That would be terrible. I don't know what I'm going to do." 

"Get called cute, apparently."

"It's true. I am not beating the cute allegations. And neither—" he punctuates this sentence by poking Wilbur on the nose— "are you. Wait, shit, have you eaten today?" 

"...Phil brought me breakfast." It's not a yes.

Of course it's not a yes. "Well, I need to eat, would you like to come downstairs and keep me company?" 

"Only for you." Wilbur sighs and begins the process of unflopping and detangling his limbs from Q's. It's interrupted a few times by him going boneless and looking up at Q with half-adoring half-pathetic eyes, but he gets there in the end.

He could get fucking high on being looked at like that, on being adored like that. Shouldn't, definitely shouldn't right this minute. But could.

In the meantime he brings Wilbur downstairs and pokes around Philza Minecraft's kitchen, which is a really weird sentence if he takes a step back from it. 

There are cookies and golden carrots and steak and bread and all sorts of miscellaneous food items! Wilbur will even deign to eat a little of the bread, with fairly minimal cajoling.

Thank you Philza for your kind donation of steak and a baked potato and a place to cook them. Hopefully they can work their way up to Wilbur eating an actual meal but like, whatever, baby steps, right now he gets forehead kisses for eating at all. 

The forehead kisses get the same expression, like Q is the shining source of all goodness in the world. He's genuinely glad Q is eating; Q deserves it, even if he doesn't.

Wilbur doesn't have any plans for the rest of the day, other than avoiding Paradise; if Q wants to spend the day with him in the arctic, he can. Otherwise, Sapnap will probably be awake soon.

Q would be totally happy to spend the day with him in the arctic, actually; he'll probably still be here when Phil gets back. 

Phil comes up for dinner! He blinks a couple times at Q being there. "Good to see Wilbur having a friend over, you need anything?"

"I told you. I have friends."

"Never said you didn't."

Yeah no fair enough, Q would be skeptical too. "I think we're doing alright, but thank you!" 

"Holler if you need anything, alright? I'm just building a basement, I should be able to hear. I'm not that old." (The last sentence is directed at Wilbur, who had opened his mouth; he closes it and looks appropriately mildly chagrined.)