"--Oh! Hello?"

"--You okay, bud? Hold on! I haven’t seen you, dude, in fucking ages! Tubbo, you're singing the song! Were you-- were you singing the thing? Hold on, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming. I’m coming, man. I'm coming around. Hold on, hold on, hold on, here I come-- Tubbo, man!" (He's trying to pick his way around the crater to where Tubbo is, on the other side.)

"Hello, Wilbur." He laughs, a little, and it is painfully obvious that it isn't genuine; even someone who didn't know Tubbo could tell. "Where are you?"

"I'm coming around, man. I haven't seen you in ages! Bro! It's been--"

"Weird seeing you here."

"What, in L'Manberg? That seems like the most normal place to see me, right?"

"...Yeah, yeah, I suppose so."

"What? I mean-- Dude, it’s-- I, I don’t even know what to say to you, man! It’s, it’s like looking-- it’s like looking in a little mirror! Look, you’re even wearing my suit, still? How long have you been wearing that?"

"Oh, I just-- put it on. Just for-- today. I was-- you know, it's been a year now." They're face-to-face now. Tubbo's shaking a little bit.

"Well, you look-- you look good in it! Ranboo, Q, have you met Tubbo?"

He's at Tubbo's side before he has enough time to think about it. (Keeps Wilbur firmly on his right, where he can see him.) "Only pretty briefly, I think." 

Wow Isn't This Grass So Interesting.

"I'm-- I'm really, really happy to see you, man."

"Oh! Well, thank you!"

"Do you even know what’s happened? Since--"

"--What do you mean, what's happened?"

Wilbur drags his hands down his face. "Holy crap. I saw you briefly, man. When I was resurrected. I remember you super, super briefly. But this is the first time we’ve actually gotten to speak. I, I-- Okay, I will admit, I was a little bit overwhelmed during that whole thing, you know? It was a bit-- It was a bit-- You know, I was running across the glass--which, thank God, it’s gone, like, Jesus. Like--this is far more apt. But I was running across the glass-- I’m sorry, I wasn’t, you know… entirely on the same page. But, man, I promise you I’ve calmed down. You know, I'm all settled in. I understand, you know, what’s changed, what hasn’t, who’s new, who’s old, you know, who’s still about, you know, who, uh, who, who trusts me and stuff, you know."

"Did they-- Did they fill you in with the story? Of, like, what happened here after you died?"

"Yeah. They did, they did. Uh, it’s-- I’ll be honest with you, it’s not a pretty one. Uh, I, I kind of left a bit of a ripple… If there was-- If I was a rock dropped in a lake, I’m a pretty big rock. Uh, which I can't say I'm not-- I'm not flattered. I mean, I am flattered. But I'm not too, you know, upset about-- I quite like being a big ripple. But Tubbo, more than anything, I want to say to you, super simply, man-- sorry, I can't really see you--" He was already a head taller than Tubbo; when he puts down a block like a stepstool, the difference is magnified. "Super simply, I just want to say, I-- I want to say I'm sorry. Uh, from one, from one thing mainly, uh, I’ve been thinking about this for ye- literal years! Literal years, I’ve been thinking about this. I’m sorry for-- I’m sorry for making you president, specifically, before... blowing it up. And I’m sorry for when I--when I did this, and blew all this up, and making this hole. I’m sorry that I, uh, I said that you were the president of a crater. I just want to say, I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I really, really am."

"I mean, it wasn't-- this wasn't all you, Wilbur."

"We’ll get to that. Just-- Do you-- Just, do you forgive me?" He kneels when he says it.

"I do forgive you. I do."

"Man!" Wilbur stands up and jumps down to be back on equal ground with Tubbo, pulling him into a short, unreciprocated embrace. "My little-- my little secretary treasury. Remember that?"

"Yeah, I remember that."

"Q, did you know, he was treasury secretary. And then he was president! And then he was president."