Markus came to the bedroom next when Gerard didn't answer him.  Hearing a meek "come in," the older male opened the door slowly before poking his head in before entering. Coming in he offered a small smile before walking over slowly and sitting on the edge of the bed.  Memories of move in day returned.  Dave had been so excited when moving into this house, and after months of working on it no less.  "...I just came in to check on you. I know you probably don't wanna eat, but you have too. If not for yourself then for the baby." Markus reminded Gerard.  Reaching over he touched the other's hand instead of his stomach, something Markus had yet done was even touch the stomach.  He knew that Dave had been over the moon about this child...and truthfully Markus didn't want to think about seeing the baby before Dave.  Now, that may not even happen if he couldn't get over his own sorrow for his best friend.<br/><br/>This was about Gerard and the baby now.  Markus reminded himself before looking back into the other's eyes.  "I promise I'm not here to nag.  I just...I want to make sure you go though this okay." the man stood up and offered a warm smile, he wasn't pitying the poor soul nor the unborn baby.  Dave and him had talked about before his death, and mentions of Markus' own experience of coming from a single parent home came up.  The friend refused to let this child grow up as he did.<br/><br/>No.  This child wasn't going to grow up knowing pity.  Markus would be like Dave in a sense when they first met.  He'd see another child, not someone to whisper about or say comments of being sad for.<br/><br/>"Listen...I know its going to be hard.  So, with that being said, if you ever need me-no matter time of day-just come into the room or call me and I'll be right here for you."