Nick could be thankful for one thing today, it was his day off. That being said, the fox had absolutely no shame in sleeping in well past his normal wake up time, first actually getting up and out of his bed at about eleven. However, once up, Nick realized he had absolutelynothing to do today. Days off usually consisted of him watching television alone in his apartment, or hanging out with Judy if she was luckily off on the same day. He decided that despite how boring today would be, he'd have to start it off eventually, so he got up and began his morning routine.
Getting cleaned up and dressed was a decent distraction, while it lasted at least, but now he found himself sitting on his couch, at a complete loss. Sighing, he turned on the television and started flipping through channels. Nothing good was on. Infomercials, reality show reruns, poorly rated comedies, and other uninteresting things plagued the stations. In the end, he settled on a half decent romantic comedy, sitting back and "enjoying" his down time.
The movie's dialogue was dull and predictable, the actors were just phoning it in, and the plot was as trope filled as possible, yet there was some charm to it Nick couldn't describe. Maybe it was just the pure fact that the movie centered on two animals just wanting to be together, Nick related to that. But, he felt that deep down inside, no matter how desperate he felt for the company he was thinking of, there was a good chance she wouldn't care near as much. She's not the one moping around watching lame movies, she's the one out and about, having fun with animals who love her, and who she loves back.
Nick realized with a start that his eyes were watering a little, and he quickly went to wipe away the budding tears. He had no idea why he was having such a reaction, he hardly ever cried, especially over just thinking about his friend. Thankfully, nobody was around to see this crack in his emotional wall, it was just him and his thoughts. But, he almost wanted someone to see it, someone to notice and care.
Instantly, Nick stood up, turning off the television and briskly walked outside. He couldn't handle being alone in here right now, his mind was too muddled, he was just tearing himself apart. So, Nick Wilde began to walk. Not going anywhere in particular, but walking just for the sake of being outside, being away from his cramped and quiet little apartment. The walk was helping, he didn't think much on the state of his relationships, or the state of his psyche, he just simply walked, pushing everything out of his mind, even if it did slip back to thoughts he was trying to forget from time to time.
Would this feeling ever go away? That was by far the most prevalent question bothering Nick whenever his thoughts drifted back to his worries. He hadn't really felt this way before, but now it felt like it was practically constant. The desperate fox pushed the thought back the recesses of his mind, he still didn't want to think on it. Instead, another, seemingly more random, thought entered his head. "I need a phone.' he said out loud, if only to himself.
Before now, he had never thought he'd need one, he got around just fine before, so why shell out the money? But, he'd be able to keep in contact with Judy, even if it were only by quick and spaced out texts, and he wouldn't feel this alone and desperate. But, even if he bought one now, it wouldn't do him much good for the rest of the week. He lost Judy's number weeks ago, he had no reason to keep it safe, because there was no urge to buy a phone. He was kicking himself for being so dumb, even if he didn't want to get a phone, he should have kept it. What if there was an emergency? He could surely use a payphone or borrow one to call her.
That however, was not the case, and the little slip of paper containing his one line to Judy for the rest of the week was still gone. Sure, he could tear apart his apartment in search, but odds are it was gone. Besides, she was busy having fun, he'd just be stealing time away from her vacation. But, once she got back, he'd get a phone, and swallow his pride and ask for her number again, or at the very least weasel it out of her. It only seemed logical to, if only just to have contacts for work. And that was how Nick rationalized his deep urge to have Judy's phone number, business. Despite him knowing perfectly well he mostly wanted it just to be able to say hello whenever he could.