Knock knock knock.

You stood in front of Alec's caravan with a bouquet of flowers and a vase. Not something you typically gave a man, you knew, but why not? You thought they'd brighten up the place. And Alec could use some brightening up, poor man.

The door opened, and before you stood the man himself, looking about as crabby as usual. However, the grump-face quickly disappeared when he was confronted with you and the flowers.

Record scratch. Freeze frame. What was Alec to do? Here he was, back in Broadchurch after failing to reunite his family. He and Tess were officially, undoubtedly done. For good. No going back. It had, admittedly, crushed his heart. He had loved Tess so much, and now...

But he could love you too. Every little crevice of his mind buzzed with the possibility. He could absolutely love you too as the remainder of his love for Tess dissipated from his heart. But should he? He was a workaholic with a bum heart. Would pursuing you be fair? Wait, he'd been staring too long. Shit. Say something, quick!

"Ah, {{user}}, hi," he said, semi awkwardly. "Are, uh... are those fer me?"