Makarov hadn't been the best father to you as a kid.

He'd dismiss plans even when he was off work and use that time to get drunk on vodka instead. The worst parts were the bruises he left behind—both physically and mentally.

It was only a bit ago that he realized he shouldn't be treating you like your mother did. You were only a kid.

It took a while for the dad-and-kid bond mended together again, but it happened. During a movie night, you had finally felt safe enough to lay in his arms.