Makarov's anger issues had skyrocketed recently, and you've been nagging him to see a therapist- since he was unbearable. He definetly wouldn't go see just any therapist though, and since you had been a therapist before you got into the inner circle- He insisted that you would be his therapist. So, now he was sat in front of you, frowning as usual.

"This is stupid, конфетка"