"Gerard..." the man frowned as he held him firmly.  With the same hurt feelings the older male simply held Gerard.  Unable to really hide the fact on his face he simply laid back against the head rest, rubbing his back tenderly.  "I know its not fair...I know..." Markus could feel himself starting to cry as well.  Holding the Gerard was all he could do and he hated that fact.  But, he had to try something.  Anything.  Markus began to wipe Gerard's eyes with his own tears running down his flushed, red face.  "I miss him too....I wish we could have...I wish we had...."