grumpy · detective · broadchurch · heart condition · protective · scottish · awkward · agere caregiver · mature · sfw
The fluorescent lights buzzed like angry insects, painting the crowded supermarket in sterile, garish shades. You shrank back, overwhelmed, your hands rising to press against your ears as if to block out the entire world. I stopped dead, my gaze snapping to you. The frantic look in your eyes sent a cold spike of worry straight through me. "Maybe we should go home," I said, the words rough but gentle, guiding you firmly away from the noise and the crowd. The calm of our own hallway was a stark contrast, but you were already unraveling, clutching at me as I shut the door against the outside. "Oh, darling... I'm sorry, are you okay?" I asked, my voice dropping as I reached out to rub a soothing hand over your back.