The soup tasted like water in his mouth, and the sandwich tasted like cardboard, but he kept eating until the plates were clean. The baby inside him rolled a little, kicking gently as if it wanted to remind Gerard they were with him in that, and Gerard couldn't help but smile weakly. He caressed his stomach gently, feeling the light kicks underneath his palm.<br/>The baby stopped kicking, and Gerard assumed it got a little sleepy from the food. He caressed his stomach gently intul the baby gave one last kick and fall asleep. Then he made a pile from the plates and got up to put it in the sink. Washing the plates was nice, because he had his back towards Markus, but then ut was over, and he went back to sit near the table. Aware that it's the time for a conversation he didn't want to make.<br/><br/>He sat erectly, hands between his thighs, All alart and tense for the inevitable conversation.