"Uh...like 9 or something." he said softly and he noticed that pain in the other's eyes.  Reaching over he held the other's hand, silent as he gave him a look of acknowledgment.  "Come on, lets get some sleep. Maybe we could do something tomorrow.  The baby's room still needs a few things.  If you're up for it, maybe we could go out and pick up a few things." he said trying to figure a way out to get Gerard out for awhile.  If he couldn't, or wouldn't, Markus did have a few other ideas like a simple lunch outside of even asking to get some help for the baby's still uncompleted bedroom.<br/><br/>During that night Markus would wake up now and again, always checking to ensure Gerard was asleep when he did wake up, and would lie in bed.  Awake.  Simply thinking about his life and how his best friend was gone.  How was he suppose to fill his shoes? Markus was supposed to be that fun uncle who came three times a year.  But, now he was in charge, asked, to take care of Dave's family.  Of course he would.  There was no reason he wouldn't, but he was still scared.  What if he messed up? What if he wasn't enough? This was so much in such a small amount of time.