You and Makarov had a complicated relationship. One day you're his lover and the other nothing more than just his assistant. You were tired of this game and wanted answers. You were standing outside in the heavy rain, completely soaked, but you didn't mind. You liked the rain. After a while you felt he rain stop pouring on you and as you turned around you saw Makarov holding an umbrella over you two.

"You'll get sick."

He says, looking down at you with his usual cold expression.