"Alright that's the last of it," Joey said with a relieved sigh as he put down the last box of Phoebe's stuff.
"Thanks for bringing it all up," Phoebe said smiling as she sat at the breakfast counter.
"Yeah, no problem," Joey replied sitting on the stool across from her.
"So you glad to have a roommate again?" Phoebe asked happily.
"Yeah, it's alright living here alone but it can get kind of lonely. I mean I know Monica and Chandler are just across the hall but I can't be there all the time. It'll be nice to have a roommate, especially a hot one," Joey said winking at her.
Phoebe blushed but quickly composed herself, "shame I can't say the same for my roommate."
She saw his reaction and laughed getting up.
"A little insulted," Joey said chuckling.
"Oh Joey you know I'm only kidding, you're adorable," she said walking over to him and squeezing his cheeks lightly.
She turned around and picked up a box, making her way to her room.
Joey frowned not satisfied with her response.
"I'm not adorable, I'm very rugged and manly," he said following her, taking a box with him.
Phoebe laughed out loud and glanced at him and then stopped, "oh you're being serious."
"Yes I'm being serious," Joey said this time feeling actually insulted. "What you don't think I'm manly?"
"No not really," Phoebe replied shrugging.
"What not even manlier then Ross and Chandler?"
"Oh yeah of course I think you're manlier then Ross and Chandler but then Rachel's manlier then Ross and Chandler so…" Phoebe said placing the box on her bed.
"So you don't think I'm manlier then the average man?" Joey asked.
Phoebe paused, "…no."
"So I'm as manly as the average man?"
"…more like less."
"What why?" Joey questioned whining.
"Uh the whining for one," Phoebe pointed out, "and I don't know, maybe it's because you're an actor, your job requires a lot of you being pretty."
"So it's my job that makes me seem less manly?"
"If I say yes will you stop going on about it?"
"Well Pheebs I have to know is it me or is it my job?"
Phoebe thought for a moment.
"It's your job," she lied in the hope that he would let the conversation go.
"…oh, well that's okay then, so outside of work I'm manly, right?"
"Uhuh, yep."
"Good."
"Good," Phoebe said back with a small sigh of relief.
Joey turned to walk out the door now happy with his response.
"Hey macho man you gonna help me unpack?" Phoebe asked.
"Sure," Joey said opening a box.
"Beer?" Phoebe asked from the fridge.
"I am liking this roommate arrangement, sure thing," Joey replied from the armchair.
Phoebe laughed a little walking over to where Joey was sat taking the beers and a stool with her.
She passed him the beer and sat on the stool, "you know you're going to have to get another armchair."
"No need, there's a space open right here," Joey said flirting, patting his lap.
"Such a tease. I'll bear that offer in mind but until my decision is made I think another armchair is a good idea."
"Okay your choice, my offers always open," he said flashing a grin at her.
She smiled back turning her attention to the tv, wriggling uncomfortably on the stool.
Joey saw her out of the corner of his eye and he immediately got up.
"You can sit in the arm chair," he said.
"But what about you?" Phoebe asked.
"I'll sit on the stool, now scoot," Joey said stood in front of her.
"No, no it's fine," Phoebe said not moving.
"Pheebs, stop being so awkward, move," Joey said.
"No," Phoebe said stubbornly.
"Fine," Joey said sighing leaning over and scooping her up in his arms.
"Joey! What are you doing?! Put me down!" Phoebe said failing about.
Joey put her down in his chair and went and sat on the stool, "there."
"Joey I was fine why did you move me?"
"Don't lie I know you better than that, I maybe manly but I'm still a gentleman."
"Oh we're back to the manly thing again are we?" Phoebe said leaning her head back chuckling.
"…so it's not my job that makes me unmanly? What is it then? Is it my hair? Is it the way I walk? What is it?"
Phoebe huffed while he continued to ask questions, "and we're off again…"