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"Will?" Tommy said in a shaky voice, "yeah?" Tommy looked at him, tears forming in his eyes.

"I-I wanna g-go home.." Wilbur looked at him sadly, "I know......help will come soon..."

Tommy looked down at his shaking hands, " 'm cold.." he said pulling his arms back into his shirt.

The silence was deafening, night was falling and it was gonna get colder. It was so cold, it was hard to stay awake. They shouldn't have wondered off on a new planet alone, especially without a full charged communicator.

His lips were blue, he wished he was a hybrid that could survive cold temperatures. Instead he was a dumb human who will die from this. It was almost frustrating with how positive Wilbur was being. He was lucky, phantom couldnt die from the cold weather, they cant even feel temperatures.

He wanted to cry, but he couldnt, he couldnt even bring himself to. He watched Wilbur fittle with his communicator for the 102nd time, yes he counted. What else was he supposed to do? They been here for more then half an earth day cycle! Danaïdes was a colder planet, an average high of -19°c to a low of -60°c.

He was freezing, he fell into a frozen over lake, he nearly drowned. Wilbur didnt let go of him after that, he couldnt complain though. He'd take the little body heat Wilbur produced, and the shield from the cold wind that passed through he's bones and left a cold chill before sitting on the hard ground.

"Will...I dont think anyone's coming.."

...

Wilbur didnt respond.

Tommy was so tired, the cold was swept away and replaced by a burn warmth. He scrambled out of Wilburs hold, weakly falling down to the ground. Scrabbling, he took off his jacket and his hat. His hand retching in the wrong places multiple times, the warmth was burning.

"What are you doing?" Wilbur stood grabbing his hat and jacket, watching as Tommu struggled to take off his shirt. He grabbed Tommy's blisstering hands stopping them from continuing their struggle.

Tommy then grabbed Wilbur shoulders, "Will.....bur?" His eyes look at Wilburs face unfocused, his words turning slurred and mumbled. Wilbur drapped his wings over Tommy, trying to bring back to the ground. He could barly hear Tommy breath, it was so light. He wished the stereotypes were true at this point, for Tommy to be okay.

" 'echno?" Wilbur looked up, "theres no one there Toms.." Tommy weakly attempted to get out of Wilburs grip. "L-L-Let! Go.." a shiver ran Tommy's body, "come sit down.." Wilbur said rubbing his back. "Let's put your shirt on, you must be so cold" Tommy didnt respond. He mumbled as Wilbur put his shirt on, attempting to take it off again.

He had to hold Tommy's hands to keep them from trying to take off his clothes, he looked at his communicator, grabbing it and placing it in Tommy hands. He didnt know what he was hoping for, "a hun- hundred......" Tommy mumbled.

"Hm?"
"I-I"

...

"I c-cant remember... i- I'm so t-tired" Wilbur hugged Tommy tighter, tucking Tommy's head under his chin. Something he'd seen Human parents to comfort their young. Tommy no longer gave off his usual warmth, instead a chill running through his whole body. The shivering stopped, and Tommy looked to to be fighting sleep.

Itd had to be hours now, Wilbur whined when he left. When he felt the last breath, when the last weak heart beat ran. He whined and whined, high pitched squeals calling for his pod. It was hopeless, why try to live when his pod would never find them and his podling was-

He's not here.....