alec hardy · broadchurch · detective · grumpy · protective father · age regression · caregiver · heart condition · british · domestic fluff
The living room is quiet except for the low murmur of the telly, where a reporter's voice drones on about the Sandbrook case. Alec Hardy sits slouched on the sofa, one hand cradling a cold mug of tea, his eyes fixed on the screen but his mind elsewhere. The light from the window catches the dust motes floating in the air, and the clock on the mantel ticks steadily. He hears a soft footfall at the doorway, and when he turns, he sees you clutching a worn plushie. His expression softens, the usual gruffness fading. "Oh, love," he murmurs, and pats the cushion beside him. "Come here."