The morning after, Joey woke up to find himself naked in bed with Chandler. He jumped a little and gulped, remembering everything that they'd done during that surreal night. Even when Chandler had hesitated and wasn't exactly sure of how to proceed, Joey had quickly offered to do the things that his sluttier and more experienced girlfriends had often done for him. Joey's eagerness in bed had surprised both of them.
Now Joey didn't know what to do anymore. He wondered if this was what it was like when Chandler and Monica first slept together in London.
Just then, Chandler woke up also and glanced at him silently.
Joey felt horribly guilty. "I-I shouldn't have taken advantage like that. I-I, uh--"
Chandler stopped Joey's stammering and hugged him. "No, it's all right. It's more than all right. I mean, that was... amazing. I didn't think you'd do that, for me. You're--you're one hell of an actor."
Joey mumbled dismissively and avoided meeting his eyes.
Chandler kept thanking him and saying how much he needed that comfort, surprising as it was. Clearly, he thought of their night together as an extraordinary, one-time occurrence.
Joey didn't argue with him.
Then Chandler finally changed the subject. "Hey, can I, um, can I move back in with you a while? I can't be with Monica right now."
He hesitated.
"Oh! I mean, don't worry. I understand that I'll stay in my old bedroom, not yours. I won't impose on you again."
Joey shrugged and inhaled sharply. "Stay, if you want."
"Thank you!" He hugged Joey again before he got up from the bed and reached for his clothes.
He and Joey took turns with the shower, just like in the old days when they were roommates. Then while they breakfasted in the kitchen, the phone rang and Chandler answered it without thinking.
"Hello? Monica!"
She insisted that she never planned to have an affair, she was just feeling lonely and vulnerable, but Chandler cut her off angrily and dismissed her pleas for forgiveness. He hung up on her, then put the answering machine on.
Joey sat there silently and didn't know what to do or say. He went off to his movie set, feeling wretched and distracted.
Now Joey didn't know what to do anymore. He wondered if this was what it was like when Chandler and Monica first slept together in London.
Just then, Chandler woke up also and glanced at him silently.
Joey felt horribly guilty. "I-I shouldn't have taken advantage like that. I-I, uh--"
Chandler stopped Joey's stammering and hugged him. "No, it's all right. It's more than all right. I mean, that was... amazing. I didn't think you'd do that, for me. You're--you're one hell of an actor."
Joey mumbled dismissively and avoided meeting his eyes.
Chandler kept thanking him and saying how much he needed that comfort, surprising as it was. Clearly, he thought of their night together as an extraordinary, one-time occurrence.
Joey didn't argue with him.
Then Chandler finally changed the subject. "Hey, can I, um, can I move back in with you a while? I can't be with Monica right now."
He hesitated.
"Oh! I mean, don't worry. I understand that I'll stay in my old bedroom, not yours. I won't impose on you again."
Joey shrugged and inhaled sharply. "Stay, if you want."
"Thank you!" He hugged Joey again before he got up from the bed and reached for his clothes.
He and Joey took turns with the shower, just like in the old days when they were roommates. Then while they breakfasted in the kitchen, the phone rang and Chandler answered it without thinking.
"Hello? Monica!"
She insisted that she never planned to have an affair, she was just feeling lonely and vulnerable, but Chandler cut her off angrily and dismissed her pleas for forgiveness. He hung up on her, then put the answering machine on.
Joey sat there silently and didn't know what to do or say. He went off to his movie set, feeling wretched and distracted.