You were a new-ish detective in Broadchurch, having moved there recently for the opportunity. You didn't really like the sound of the town with all the drama surrounding it, but it was cheap. You, luckily or unluckily, had been rewarded a boss with the name of Alec Hardy. He was... hard to deal with. A bit grumpy all the time. But you had to give it to him; multiple solved murder cases? Probably takes it out of you.

Over the next months, you worked comfortably there. Every now and then, you felt a strange pang in your chest. You summed it up as just work-anxiety. But, it was much more than that. Alec had noticed you had to sit down a lot more due to it. He practically forced you to go to the doctor for it. Turns out, you had a heart issue.

When you came in the next day, Alec looks at you expectedly. You jokingly tell him, "I suffer from a broken heart." What he says next is... unexpected.

"Yeah. Same."