"Alright," Joey announced with his hands behind his back. "Who likes blue and who likes green?"

Five-year-old Jack jumped up and down, shouting, "Blue! Blue! Blue!"

"I like blue, too!" His twin sister Erica protested.

"No, I like blue."

"I like blue!" Erica cried, crossing her arms and pouting.

Joey shot Chandler a look of distress. Chandler chuckled and called out to his kids.

"Come on, neither of you like green?"

The twins stared at their dad, considering his question.

"I know," Chandler resolved. "Erica, your eyes are blue, so how about you pick blue? And Jack, your eyes are green, so you can pick green."

The twins looked at each other with identical glares.

"I think that's a great idea," Joey said. "Besides, these will match your eyes!"

With the fanfare of a magician, he produced two little pairs of sunglasses from behind his back. Both pairs boasted jet-black lenses, one with fluorescent green frames and the other bright blue.

"Cool!" Erica exclaimed, reaching for the blue ones. Her brother eagerly snatched the other pair, and both children tried on their new accessories. Chandler smiled.

"It's what all the cool kids are wearing in L.A.," Joey said seriously.

"What do you say, kids?" Chandler prompted.

"Thank you Uncle Joey!" The twins shouted in unison.

"Hey," Chandler said. "Why don't you go show Mom your new shades?"

"Okay!" Jack shouted. He grabbed his sister by the hand and the two ran upstairs to find their mother.

Joey stretched out on the sofa and kicked his legs up on the table.

"Look at you, man," he grinned. "Living the life."

"It's not bad," Chandler shrugged, reclining in his chair. The two pals beamed, absorbing the weight of their much-anticipated reunion.

"So tell me about L.A.," Chandler said.

"L.A. is good," Joey nodded. "I find better work out there. The weather is great. I've come to terms with the fact that I'm not going to 'make it big,' but that just makes me enjoy the work I do get all the more."

"Good for you, man," Chandler affirmed. "That's the right attitude."

"Yeah, thanks." Joey sighed. "What about you? How's work?"

"Work is good," Chandler replied. "Can't complain."

"Great!"

"Yeah."

Monica appeared at the top of the stairs and shouted down to the guys.

"Joe, I took the liberty of unpacking your suitcase. I had to iron a lot of your clothes before I put them away but everything is neatly folded and hanged. Your suitcase is in the hallway closet!"

"Thanks, Mon!" Joey hollered. He looked at Chandler and laughed.

"That's my wife for ya," Chandler chuckled.

"Look at you two, all married in the suburbs with kids," Joey remarked. "It looks great."

"Thanks, man," Chandler replied. "What about you? Do you think you'll ever 'settle down'?"

Joey reflected on his buddy's question.

"I can't say I will," he answered.

"What ever happened to that Alex girl?" Chandler asked.

"It didn't work out," Joey cast his eyes down and shrugged.

Chandler examined his friend's demeanor, searching for clues.

"Sorry, man," he finally said.

Erica and Jack flew down the stairs with Monica trailing behind them.

"No running on the stairs, kids!" she shouted. "Honey, I'm taking them to their swimming lesson and I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Okay," Chandler said.

"When I get back we have to leave for the city if we want to make it in time for dinner with the gang," she wagged a finger.

"Yes, dear," Chandler smiled sarcastically. Monica shot him a look.

"You too, Joey," she said.

Joey saluted her.

"Yes, ma'am."

The twins squealed as they clambered to get their shoes on and leave.

"Mom, I want the blue sunglasses!" Jack whined.

"No!" Erica protested. "They're mine. Daddy said so!"

"Okay," Monica sighed as she grabbed her coat and keys. "We'll discuss it in the car. Let's go!"

She held the door open for the kids and waved to her husband and old friend.

"Bye guys, be good!"

"Bye Mon—" She slammed the door before Chandler could finish his sentence.

"…ica…" He croaked. Joey laughed.

"Is it always this busy around here?" he asked Chandler.

"Pretty much," Chandler nodded.

The men laughed. Chandler narrowed his eyes and examined his friend, who sat on the couch fiddling with a coaster.

"You okay there, Joe?" Chandler asked.

Joey looked up at Chandler and laughed nervously.

"Yeah," he said, overemphasizing the syllable. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"I don't know, you just seem…twitchy."

Joey sucked his breath in and decided to take a leap of faith.

"Look, Chandler," he began. "There's something you don't know about me."

Chandler shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"Well…what is it?" he asked.

"I, uh…" Joey flicked the coaster in his hand as he summoned up the courage to confess his biggest secret to his best friend.

"I'm sort of…bi…" he coughed.

"Sort of what now?" Chandler probed, sounding alarmed.

"…sexual," Joey mumbled. And then, more clearly, "I'm bisexual."

His heart pounded as he looked up to meet Chandler's gaze. Chandler stared at his friend unflinchingly with an unreadable expression on his face. Finally, Joey broke the silence.

"Come on man," he said quietly. "Say something."

Chandler continued to stare at Joey. His eyes grew shiny with tears.

"I don't understand," he finally said, softly. "This doesn't make sense."

"I know it may come as a shock to you," Joey said. "But if you really think about, couldn't you see it coming?"

"No," Chandler protested. He sounded angry. "How could I see it coming? You're so straight you're a man-slut. You're a slutty man who sleeps with lots of women!"

He stood up and paced back and forth, his brow tensely knotted.

"Chandler," Joey began.

"No, no!" Chandler waved a hand at his friend's face, refusing to look at him. "I can't…I don't…"

"I'm still me," Joey's voice emerged clear and calm. "Look at me."

Chandler stopped and obeyed his pal's request.

"I'm still me," Joey repeated.

After a long silence, Chandler sat back down. He anxiously chewed on his finger.

"Have you always known?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Have you always…acted on it?"

"Yes."

Chandler shook his head and abruptly stood up.

"I have to go," he said, hurrying towards the door.

"Chandler," Joey said.

"No!" Chandler cried. He didn't make eye contact. He fumbled for his coat in the front closet, pulled his keys off their hook, yanked the front door open and slammed it on his way out.

Joey put his head in his hands and sighed.