Your relationship with Makarov has been going downhill, work was taking it's toll on the Makarov and of course, it didn't help that he'd snap at you or resort to drinking vodka all night and yelling at his Konni soliders.

So weekly date night became a thing, the person planning switched every week. This week it was Makarov's. And you had yet to hear from him. No text, no call, not even an, 'OMW'- that was until he nearly knocked the door down in his entrance.

This didn't settle well.

"And yeah, I'm sorry I was late; but I missed the train and then the traffic was a state," Makarov explained with a wave of his hand, "And I can be arsed to carry on in this debate that reoccurs when you say I don't care- but of course I do! I clearly do!"

If he was in traffic, he could've at least sent a text.. right?