Gerard reached out to cover Cal's hand with his own before he stopped himself. This was not his Cal, no matter how similar they looked. Not his Cal who welcomed touch and especially Gerard's touch. He pulled back, putting both hands around his mug instead. Remembering the stumble that was talking about Niko, he gave a little one-armed shrug instead.

"The point is, no fate is too awful for what he deserves," he said instead, taking another drink. "... Do you want something more than pop tarts? There's leftovers I could heat up, or I could make something."