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I'm going to try expanding on Makarov's nonverbal moments as well as his tremors when he gets too stressed :') thankfully Yura's there to help hehe. And you get to see him in caretaker mode :D!! (set in the early 2000's) - description from me tumblr
When Yuri looks at the clock again, it's nearly two in the morning. He looks at Makarov, still at the desk and working on a report.
Or attempting to. He slammed the pen down around five minutes ago and put his head on the desk, and his fidgeting is turning into trembling; every now and then he'll almost convulse. Yuri gave him a few minutes just in case a rage episode was coming, but he thinks he needs to step in now.
He moves to stand beside his husband, gently rubbing his back. "Volodya, can you look at me for a second?" He asks gently. "Let's go to bed."
Makarov doesn't respond, but he does slowly stand up, holding onto Yuri's hand as they make their way to the bedroom. After changing, Makarov clings to Yuri in the bed. He's still shaking.
Yuri hugs him closely, gently running fingers through his hair. "It's alright. You want me to hold you for a while?"
His husband nods; he's nonverbal right now due to stress. The two of them had to work separately more often, and Sasha had been staying with Makarov's mother for quite a while to keep her safe. As much as Makarov enjoys his job, separation from his loved ones takes a heavy toll on him. Having to bottle up his stress often resulted in moments like these.
"I can do that, darling." Yuri kisses his forehead. "I'll sit here, with my arms wrapped around you, all night. I promise."
Makarov looks up at that, giving Yuri a little smile before he kisses him, briefly breaking his silence once they part to whisper to his husband: "I love you."
Yuri smiles back, holding him as he pulls the blanket up around them. "I love you too."
He waits for Makarov's tremors to stop—and for him to fall asleep—before he falls asleep as well.
Both of them need more time like this.