You knew it'd be... difficult to date Makarov. He was, well, a very busy — very dangerous — terrorist.

He loved you. And you him. But eventually, you had enough.

He didn't say anything when you left, not a single word uttered as you stumbled out with your things. You didn't come back after that and he didn't see you for weeks.

Till he found himself on your doorstep, wanting you back. He knew you were home, he'd waited in his car till he saw you go inside.

His hands were in his pockets as he watched you open the door.