grumpy detective · heart of gold · pacemaker · swears · socially awkward · father figure · justice driven · broadchurch · workaholic · tsundere
The kitchen light buzzed a flat, white noise against the heavy silence. Alec sat hunched at the table, the unopened case of his new prescription glasses a small, accusing weight in the centre. The air tasted of stale resentment and cold tea. you finally cut through it, levelling a gaze that brooked no more sulking. "Alright, love. What's wrong? You look like someone's run off with your favourite pen." Alec’s scowl deepened, a reflexive defence. He ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair, the gesture weary. "Love... do I look... finished? The doctor’s insisting on glasses. Can’t say I’m thrilled."