Instead of the pizza guy, Joey found Rachel in their apartment. She was writing something on the Magna-Doodle. "Rachel?"

She jumped and turned around. "Joey! You scared me." She grimaced and averted her eyes. "And, and you're fly's open."

Joey blushed and corrected that problem. "Um, what are you doing back here?"

Rachel pointed out the pizza boxes that she'd placed on top of the foosball table. "Well, um, when I left you guys before, I started to go out for a walk to clear my head and, and return the tape. But then I ran into this pizza guy who said he was going to your apartment, and I thought, 'Oh-ho! He can't go into your apartment and see what I saw.' So I told the guy how we're neighbors and stuff, and I could take the pizzas."

"Oh," Joey looked at the clock. "Yeah, I thought that guy was really late."

Rachel nodded. "So I paid for these, and then I took them into my apartment, but then I got worried that Monica was gonna come home and ask me why I was holding pizzas for you. And plus, you guys would probably wonder where your pizzas were. So I waited around until I couldn't stand it, then I came over here and knocked on the door and brought these back to you. Oh, and I was gonna leave you guys a note and take back some money from Chandler's wallet over here."

"Oh. Yeah, go ahead. Thanks, Rachel."

She paid herself back from Chandler's wallet. "Anyway, I'm sorry your pizzas got cold, but you can always heat them up again, right?"

"Yeah," Joey said.

"All right, so I'm gonna go now."

"Okay."

"And I'm still keeping your secret, right, or did you and Chandler decide differently?"

Joey winced at the thought of Chandler.

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked.

Joey frowned and cleared his throat. "Remember, remember when we all talked about sending him to a shrink?"

"Yeah?"

"I think, um, I think we need to go ahead and do that."

"Really? 'Cause he's still acting weird?"

Joey nodded and confessed quietly, "I think maybe it was a mistake sleeping with him."

"Oh no! You mean you had a fight or something?"

"No." Joey sighed. "He's just, he's just been really confused."

Rachel looked concerned. "You mean he's not gay after all?"

Joey didn't want to talk about it. "Let's let the shrink handle that. Uh, can you get the gang together so we can talk to Chandler tonight and get him some help?"

Rachel shrugged. "Yeah, sure. I'll do that. I'll see you tonight then. Bye." Still puzzled, she left and returned to her apartment across the hall.

Joey stood there feeling lonely and guilty for a while, then he stared at the pizza boxes and figured that the least he could do was have some dinner with Chandler. That would maybe ease some of the tension between them. So Joey picked up their wallets and returned to Chandler's room.

***

"Joey!" Chandler sat up in bed and looked at him anxiously.

Joey stood in the doorway and wouldn't come in. "Um, here's your wallet," he tossed it toward Chandler's pile of clothes. "Rachel came by to drop off our pizzas. You still hungry? 'Cause I can go reheat them now."

Chandler didn't care about that. "Come here, Joey. Please."

"No," he said. "Just go get dressed, okay?"

"No!"

"Chandler, come on. We're gonna go talk to the gang about--"

"No!" Chandler refused to hear him out. "I have to show you something. I've got proof."

"Proof?" Joey blinked.

Chandler nodded. "Yeah, I've always wanted you, Joe. Not just this past couple of weeks. Always. Come here, please."

Joey was wary, but curious about this supposed proof. He came into the room, but didn't sit down on the bed.

Chandler reached for the mysterious sock that he always kept by his bed. "You wanna know why I sleep with this? Look." He showed Joey the object that had been concealed inside the sock all along.

Stunned, Joey finally sat down on the bed and stared at it with wide eyes. "It's a--"

Chandler nodded and explained, "I bought this back in college, when I was desperate I guess. I could never get a date with a girl, and when I went to a bar in Atlantic City, there was this really cute guy that I kissed." He shrugged. "I might have, I don't know, I might have gone home with him if Ross hadn't seen us and teased me, thinking that I kissed the guy by mistake. So I just, I thought maybe I might be gay like my dad after all, but I didn't have the nerve to come up to any other guys. And I found this sex shop one day, and I bought this. I was too much of a coward to ever use it, but I could never throw it away."

Joey stared and touched the dildo hesitantly, amazed that Chandler had ventured as far as he did.

Chandler met Joey's eyes, "Even when I had sex with women, I used to think about it, sitting there, within reach... It turned me on so much that sometimes I wanted to ask the girl to use it on me, but I couldn't. I wanted it to be you. Just you."

Joey swallowed and finally believed that Chandler truly wanted him. His confusion and weird behavior of the past two weeks were apparently caused by Chandler's desperate desire for him, not vice versa.

"I love you," Chandler murmured and put his arms around Joey.

Joey embraced him in return and kissed his cheek. "I love you too."

"So can I, can I be your boyfriend?"

Joey noticed his change of terminology and caressed his cheek. "Yeah."

Chandler kissed him happily and tried to persuade Joey to get under the covers with him again, but Joey stopped him.

"No, um, we should wait on that."

"Why?"

"Because I want to be sure that I'm having sex with Chandler, not schizo-femmy Chandler. I want you to see a shrink and get better, okay?"

"Okay." But Chandler remained disappointed. "Will you at least kiss me?"

Joey nodded and kissed him lovingly, before breaking it off again. "Can you get dressed now? We should eat, and then go talk to the guys about finding you a shrink. Maybe they can help you remember other stuff too."

Chandler agreed and got dressed, while Joey reheated the pizzas.