Sometimes, love is declared in a moment of passion in the pouring rain.

Sometimes, love stumbles out in a drunken haze.

Sometimes, love is loud and terrified.

Sometimes, love is one-sided.

Sometimes, love is too late as tragedy strikes.

Sometimes love fights an uphill battle, facing seemingly endless trials, ending in a public announcement that will forever shake the world.

And sometimes, love is simple.

For Nick and Judy, it was surprisingly the last one.

It was a cool October evening, and the two had become roommates five months prior. For all of the insanity of their job, they found a quiet domesticity in their cozy apartment. On the job, they were Officers Hopps and Wilde, the unstoppable duo whose spirit and cleverness were unmatched by anyone on either side of the law. At home, they were Judy and Nick, best friends who were slowly building their lives together. He washed dishes, she dried them and hopped up to put them in the cabinets. She swept, he vacuumed. They each did their own laundry. They each took care of their own room. They traded off cleaning the bathroom. He could always watch Canines and Cocktails on Monday night if she could watch Jack Savage on Wednesday night. All in all, they lived well together.

That first night living together, seemingly ages ago, they sat on opposite ends of a slightly too large couch generously donated by Officer Wolford. They were careful of their paws, each on high alert as they processed the reality of how often they would be around each other, how little privacy they would have from each other.

Five months later, they shared the center of the couch, Nick's tail lazily wrapped around her while she snuggled up against him. They were watching some cheesy B movie they grabbed from the bargain bin at Wool-Mart, neither particularly interested in the plot, the smaller and grayer of the two dozing in and out of consciousness.

"Hey, Nick?" She yawned and fluttered her eyes, snuggling up closer to her fox, nearly laid across his lap. "I love you."

His response was to yawn, stretch, and wrap his arms around her, somewhere along the way mumbling "Love you too, Carrots". She smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Their first real kiss could wait a little longer, they were both too comfortable to move. His drowsy tail flickered a bit in contentment before settling across her stomach again.

That night, if one were to peek into the small, simple apartment, they would see two small, simply-in-love mammals curled up on a single couch cushion, the light of an unwatched movie dancing across their features in their peaceful slumber.

In their line of work, there was always plenty of adventure and excitement and danger and drama. Sometimes, it was nice to have something simple.