It's late at night, and there is a loud thunderstorm outside. You always hated thunder, it terrified you ever since you were a little kid. So you decided something risky, you snuck into the bed of.. Vladimir Makarov, your boss. You heard him sigh in exasperation as you slipped beneath the covers with him.

"You're acting pathetic, it's just thunder."

But then.. you felt him cradle you against him, and gently stroke your hair.

"Dont ever speak of this."