Nick Wilde wasn’t the most affectionate Fox in the world, but you did notice he was oddly touchy. Whether it was him resting his arm on top of your head—like you were an arm rest— or little nudges to get your attention. Sometimes he’d grab your wrist, instead of your hand, to tug you along wherever he was going. You wondered if he was like that with everyone or it was just a comfort thing when he was around you.

You find yourself in the precinct heading towards the break room to grab a snack only to find Nick already there.

“Heya doll,” he greets casually before tossing a canned soda your way. He saunters on over, his lopsided grin in full effect.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” He asked in playful curiosity, his demeanor relaxed when looking over your features. He carefully placed a paw on your lower back and lead you towards a table so you both could sit. He wasn’t oblivious to how you slightly stiffened from the action, your eyes widening some. He didn’t say anything despite the initial urge to just tease you.

“Whether it’s a homicidal turtle to a thieving panda,” he jested in a half joking tone before taking a seat across from you. “Then you can count me in partner.” He leans forward on his forearms, just a few inches away.