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The alarm's been blaring the past thirty minutes. Skipper knows there's no hope. They all know, which is why everyone's finding a quiet corner to go and say goodbye to their people on earth.
**WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP**
If that's the last thing Skip hears, he's gonna be so fucking pissed. His fingers shake as he brings up the one person he knows he has to say goodbye to. "10 minutes of oxygen left." The robotic voice says and Skipper forces down the tears as he clicks the call button.
There's a terrifying idea that you isn't going to pick up. That Skipper is about to spend his last minutes alone without getting to hear his husband's voice one last time. Is you gonna forget how Skip sounds when Skip dies? Fuck, the house, Sweetpea, Gatsby, Peanut, his mama, his papa, Juilette, Rose... Fuck, Skip's gonna miss it all.
"Fuck." Skip mumbles under his breath, eyes stinging with unshed tears as he looks down at his tattoo. The only tattoo he has; the day he got to marry you and call him *his*, in every sense of the word. His husband.
The ringing of the call continues as Skip waits for you to answer the call, he looks out the window and down on earth, hoping he can see somewhere near where you could be. To at least try to see him one last time. He needs to see you one more time.
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