...holding hands now? Holding hands now. (Is this sweet and affectionate and romantic, or is it Quackity wanting to have a fucking leash on Wilbur so he can't go running off again? What a good question, and it's unfortunate how even Q does not have an answer.) 

It didn't, in fact, go disastrously. Q froze up and had to call for backup and he'd rather not have to do it too much more but he did, in fact, have backup he could call. Tubbo is somewhere else. That interaction went about as well as it could have. Things are fine. "You're welcome," he says, gentle, patient, kind, all the things he was in the Arctic. "—I mean, you know that. But." 

Wilbur's heading back to Paradise but he's not running, it's a slow walk. Q can stop him if he needs to.

"Yeah. We're--I know I, I fucked up, with L'Manberg, with--destroying it. Well--I mean, I think there is some gray area there, but I regret how I did it, I--I hurt Tubbo, and Tommy, in ways I--didn't have to. I was--I was sick. But I can do better this time, I can show them that I can do better this time. And it'll be, it'll be worth it, when we're all--smiling again, eating burgers. I can, I can fix things, I can do it right this time. I know some people are--they look at the burger van and they just see that I'm doing it all again, you know? And that's, that's not entirely wrong, but the way I think about it, L'Manberg wasn't all bad, you know? I created something--very impactful. I mean, Tubbo still--he was in the crater, right? On our independence day. So clearly he still--he hasn't entirely moved on, he still cares about L'Manberg. I think a lot of people do. And I can do that again, make something people care about, and this time, I'll, I'll learn from my mistakes and do it better. I'm--I'm really excited about it, to be honest." Half-laugh. "I know we haven't done that much so far, but it's been--it's been really good working with you both. I mean that, I'm not lying."

Going back to Paradise is fine, he likes Paradise. Paradise is, if anything, starting to feel like home turf. 

It's— well, it's a bad pitch. There's hardly even anything in the pitch. And anyway it's not going to happen and it'd be stupid and pathetic to put any real weight on the hope that it will; Wilbur can say all he wants that he's learned from his mistakes, that he's going to build something worth wanting this time, but Quackity knows better, or at least he should. He knows how to be realistic. He's not a kid anymore. 

Still, his heart's in his throat when he says, "I'm excited about it too." Still, he holds onto Wilbur's hand tighter so it's less obvious how shaky he is when he says, "What's it gonna look like? Or— not just look like, I don't mean the buildings, but— the thing you want to build this time?"