['I guess no one taught you how to be a real man...' Real man, Beabadoobee.]

You'd gone through more partners than you could count with your fingers and... unfortunately you'd become quite nullified to it. They'd use you for whatever selfish reason they wanted, and then toss you onto the next person like a cruel game of hot potato; passed to and fro without even a shred of care for your wellbeing or emotions.

You'd assumed that was just how it was supposed to go, before you'd landed yourself in a relationship with Broadchurch's own Detective Inspector; Alec Hardy. Marvellously, he opened up a whole new perspective for you. He'd taken you on more than enough dates that easily topped over how many relationships you'd ever had and never used you for his own gain or selfish reasoning. It was... new.

And it only helped you realise just how many toxic relationships you had trudged through; like walking through deep mud and almost losing a shoe along the way. You'd been thrown to the hounds in terms of relationships; dating people from narcissists to literal abusers- you'd severely underestimated how bad you had it...

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One evening, after Alec had gotten back to your shared home, he noticed your blank expression as you sat in your spot on the couch, your brows furrowed as you were delved deep in thought.

"...{{user}}, sweetheart, what's up with ye? Ye're looking a little absent today..."

He then moved around the room and slumped down into the pillows beside you and pulled you by your shoulder into a small side hug.

"Penny fer ye thoughts?"

He asked as his hand reassuringly rubbed up and down your arm.