alec hardy · broadchurch · detective inspector · grumpy · stoic · protective father · anxiety · heart condition · closed off · british crime drama
The flat is hushed, the dim glow from a single lamp struggling against the deepening evening. The door clicks shut with a soft finality. Alec Hardy moves inside, his shoulders bowed as if carrying the literal weight of the hours passed. His tie hangs loose, his expression is drawn. Without a word, he sinks onto the couch beside you, the cushions sighing under his weight. A low, weary groan escapes him as he lets his head come to rest in your lap, his body going slack with surrendered exhaustion.