After Joey turned out the lights and left for his bedroom, Chandler undressed to his boxers and t-shirt, then he lay down for the night. Staring up at the high ceiling, he became somewhat pensive and worried. He did hope that Joey would get a great new job soon, but he wasn't really sure how long Joey's agent Estelle would take to get him another part. After all, Joey had got the Dr. Drake Ramoray part because he slept with a casting director, not because of his acting talent. So maybe Joey would have to go back to crappy jobs after this, and he wouldn't be able to keep the apartment, much less the furniture. Well, if Joey did lose everything, Chandler was certainly willing to welcome Joey back to their old apartment and to comfort and support him until he did get a new job. Everything would go back to the way it used to be. The way it ought to be.

With these happy thoughts in mind, Chandler smiled and closed his eyes, but unfortunately he couldn't fall asleep. The constant dripping noise from the water-table sculpture made him want to pee. After trying to ignore it for a while, Chandler finally got up and headed for the bathroom, but in the darkness he tripped over one of Joey's tacky sculptures. He winced and stumbled around it, only to run right into another sculpture.

"Ahh! Damn it! Stupid glass thing that I couldn't see till I jammed my shin into it!"

Then there was another sculpture, which he hastily swerved to miss, only to run into a large plastic plant, knocking it to the ground with a loud crash. One thing was for certain now: he was definitely not moving to Casa de Joey unless some of this excess junk was cleared out of here.

While Chandler was cursing and trying to make his way out of the mine field that was the living room, Joey emerged from his bedroom and turned on the light in the hallway.

"Chandler?" Joey yawned and rubbed his eyes. "What's going on?"

Chandler was literally hopping mad now. "Are you kidding me with this, Joe?! I'm trying to get to the bathroom and I keep running into all of your damn art!" He kept hopping and shifting his weight between his feet, because they both hurt.

"Whoa, hey, don't insult the art!" Joey came closer, but bumped into the big white dog statue. "Ow!"

"See?" Chandler groaned and leaned against the dining table, then he pointed at the water sculpture. "It's that thing's fault. It made me want to pee."

"Sorry. I forgot it does that." Joey went over towards Chandler, putting an arm around his shoulders and assisting him to the hallway. "Come on, I'll help you."

"Ow! You can help me by throwing out all this stuff!" He had to lean against Joey for support while he limped along painfully.

"Calm down, will ya?" Joey said. "I'm sorry about this. Look, while you're in the bathroom, I'll move some stuff aside, so you can get back okay."

Chandler just winced and darted wary glances all around while Joey maneuvered them out of the living room, down the hall, and into the bathroom.

"Here you go," Joey said, as he opened the door and turned on the light for Chandler. Then he let go of Chandler and returned to the living room.

Shutting the door, Chandler noticed how different the bathroom looked now that Joey had redecorated in here too. Seeing the telephone beside the toilet, Chandler was amazed once more by Joey's weird choices, but he shrugged and decided to just be grateful that Joey hadn't filled the bathroom with any sculptures.

After he had peed and washed up, Chandler finally sat down on the edge of the bathtub with a sigh and took the weight off his poor aching feet. Now he could clearly see how many big bruises covered his legs. Maybe he shouldn't have stayed the night with Joey after all. Maybe he should have just asked to stay on Monica and Rachel's couch instead. But what if Eddie picked the lock of their apartment door and sneaked in there too?

Oh no! What if Eddie was crazy and unstable enough to start harassing Monica and Rachel? Chandler felt kind of worried for them now and wondered if he should call them. But then he remembered that they were on dates with Richard and Ross tonight, so they might not even be spending the night there; even if they were, they wouldn't be alone.

Joey came back and knocked on the bathroom door. "Chandler?"

"What?"

He peeked his head inside and sheepishly said, "Um, there's too much stuff to move, and I'm tired. Some of it's really heavy! How about I just take you back now and you go to sleep okay?"

"No, wait, Joe! At least move that water-table thing so I won't have to keep getting up to pee in the middle of the night."

"Oh, yeah. That's kind of heavy too. Maybe you can help me with it, and we can put it in the guest bedroom?"

Chandler sighed. "Fine. But I think you should seriously get rid of it for good, Joe."

"Okay, okay." Joey opened the door all the way and came inside. "So you done?"

"Yeah, just a second." He got up from the edge of the bathtub, wincing and groaning all the while. He sounded like an old man.

Joey watched him with a frown and said, "Nah, wait, you wouldn't be able to help me move it. You might tip over and drop it. Water and glass everywhere."

"Well then what the heck should we do?" Chandler asked impatiently, thinking that he got up for nothing.

Joey shrugged and put his arm around Chandler again. "Well, uh, why don't you sleep in my room with me? I got a big bed."

Chandler blinked. "What? Sleep in your bed?"

"Come on, it'll be like that time we shared the sofa bed."

"I remember," Chandler answered with a pout. "You kept kicking me and wanting to take off your underwear."

"I'll stay on my side this time, I promise. It's a big bed with plenty of room. Or if you want me to, I'll bring some couch cushions in and you can sleep on them on the floor."

"Why don't you sleep on the floor?" Chandler suggested petulantly. "I'm the one who's all bruised up."

"Okay, okay! Whatever you want." Joey helped Chandler out of the bathroom and turned out the light. "Come on, my room's this way." They headed toward the master bedroom, then Joey opened the door for them.

"Whoa!" Chandler said as he glimpsed inside the room. "You weren't kidding when you said you had a big bed, Joe. What's that, a king size?"

Joey chuckled. "Yeah, isn't it great? Plenty of room for threesomes and stuff."

Chandler gave him a sharp glance, but Joey didn't see anything unusual in what he'd just said. He simply helped Chandler to the big bed and set him down on it. "There you go. I'll be right back." He exited for the living room again.

Left alone, Chandler stared around the bedroom, horrified to see that Joey's tacky design sense had prevailed in here as well. Just about the only classy, non-sleazy decorations in the room were Joey's old movie posters from his favorite Al Pacino and Hitchcock films, and his big TV. Moreover, Joey's bed was covered in a leopard print duvet, red velvet pillows, and satin sheets. The room practically oozed sex.

"It's like a bedroom at the playboy mansion!" Chandler said, unable to imagine how anyone could get a restful night's sleep here. Then he realized that the room also vaguely reminded him of the flamboyant way that Janice used to dress. How weird.

Joey returned with the bedding and some couch cushions, and he noticed the way Chandler was staring at all the decorations. "Hey, you like my room, Chandler? Maybe we should decorate yours like this. Then you'll get a lot more action."

"No thanks," Chandler answered. "I like my old stuff just fine."

"Suit yourself." Joey arranged the couch cushions on the floor as a mattress and put the blankets and pillows on top of them. Then he lay down and pulled the blanket over him. "Good night, Chandler."

"Uh, yeah, good night."

"Chandler?"

"What?"

"Aren't you gonna turn out the light? It's that lamp right there."

"Oh, yeah." Chandler turned off the lamp, then reluctantly lay down on the bed. The room didn't look quite so sexed up in the darkness, but he still didn't think he could sleep here, just thinking about how much sex Joey planned to have, or had already had in this bed. Maybe he ought to switch places with Joey, but he didn't think he could get comfortable on the floor either. His bruises were still bothering him.

So Chandler lay on his side in the satin sheets and tried to ease his mind by imagining that Janice was sleeping beside him in this king-size bed. Chandler's feelings about Janice were complicated. He was certainly annoyed by her nasal voice, her laughter, and her overdramatic personality, but he still kept coming back to her, like an addiction. It was like smoking, actually; he knew it was bad for him and he would regret it, but sometimes he felt weak enough to just light up anyway. In fact, when he started smoking again last year, his first words after that first puff of cigarette smoke were "Oh--my--God" in a manner very close to Janice's habitual exclamation. Janice had good qualities too, as he had pointed out to his friends. "She was smart, she was pretty, and she honestly cared about me." He still remembered that during their first breakup, Janice had been thoughtful enough to buy him Bullwinkle socks so that he could mix and match, "moose and squirrel." Besides, the sex had been pretty good between them. Chandler hadn't had sex in so long, it felt like his virginity was growing back. If only Janice hadn't gotten married and pregnant! Chandler thought that if she were to come back now and be magically single again, he could really fall in love with her this time, irritating laugh and all.

With a lonely sigh, Chandler rolled onto his back, and he now discovered that there was a mirror on the ceiling. Oh my God. That was certainly something that Janice hadn't had in her bedroom.

Chandler had just about decided to get out of bed and sleep in the bathtub if he had to, but then he noticed that in the mirror he could see a reflection of Joey on the floor. In the deep shadow cast by the bed, Joey was shifting around a lot and kicking his legs restlessly. Finally he pushed off his blankets and started to take off his underwear so he could sleep naked.

Chandler was shocked and embarrassed. He knew that he should turn away or close his eyes, but he couldn't stop staring at Joey. Not only was Joey discarding his shorts, but his t-shirt too, revealing all the muscles of his attractive body. He looked so... Suddenly, Chandler realized that he could see Joey's dark eyes looking straight at him in the mirror. Joey could see Chandler staring at him.

Panicking, Chandler gasped and covered himself with the duvet. He wanted to crawl away into a hole somewhere and die.

Joey sat up and stared at his best friend in disbelief and confusion. Then, pulling his shorts back on, he climbed onto the bed and tried to talk to Chandler. "Hey--"

Chandler rolled away from him and stammered, "I-I wasn't looking at you. I was just--"

"Chandler, I'm sorry. I thought you were asleep, and I didn't know you could see me in the mirror."

"You shouldn't even have a mirror there!" he complained.

Joey shrugged and crawled closer to Chandler. "I thought it would be cool. I didn't mean to freak you out. I'm sorry." He tried to hug Chandler.

"What are you doing?" Chandler anxiously shrank away from his touch.

Joey sat back and pouted. "Come on, you were looking at me--"

"I wasn't! I was NOT--"

"I like you too."

Chandler blinked. "W-what?"

Joey nodded and leaned close again. "Yeah," he said softly and shyly, "I-I like you. And if you like me too, maybe... you know." He caressed Chandler's cheek and met his eyes intently.

Chandler remained stunned, and he asked, "You mean, like...?"

Joey kissed him softly yet meaningfully on the lips. "That's what I mean."

Chandler gulped and shook his head. "But you're not *gay*, Joey--"

Joey shrugged. "I don't know. I've just been thinking about you a lot, Chandler. You know, when I moved here, I thought I would have lots of time with my thoughts, but I didn't have that many thoughts. All I kept thinking about was how I miss you. How having all this stuff didn't make me happy if I didn't have somebody to enjoy it with. And when you let that freak Eddie move in with you, all I could think about was how you were gonna let him cook eggs for you, and play foosball with you, and watch *Baywatch* with you. You were just gonna forget me and phase me out like you did with Kip."

Chandler frowned and started to speak, but Joey hushed him and hugged him close with relief. "I thought about how he'd be hugging you all the time, and laughing with you. It made me so upset and jealous. I couldn't take it, and I missed you so much. I thought about how stupid I was to move out, and I remembered all the fun we used to have. How I kissed you at New Year's, and I bought you that bracelet, but you didn't even wanna wear it. So I thought, maybe you don't care about me as much as I care about you. Maybe I like you too much for my own good. Then I had these dreams about you. About us hugging again, and kissing, and even you wearing just that hot pink thong from when that girl left you in the bathroom stall. I don't know why that turned me on, Chandler, but it did. I was embarrassed about it, of course, and didn't tell you or anybody, because that would just freak you out. Then, um, you said you wanna get rid of Eddie and you want me back, and that made me happy. I thought we could be roommates again, and maybe, if you said okay, we could have a threesome with some girl. But now--well if you, if you like me too... maybe it could be just us?"

Chandler pondered that. "I don't know."

Joey sighed and backed off. "Okay, I'm sorry. I don't wanna scare you. Maybe I should go back to the floor." He turned and started to crawl away, but Chandler sat up and reached out for him.

"Wait."

Joey stopped and turned back to him.

Chandler blushed and said, "Um, maybe if you get rid of that mirror, and some other stuff, maybe we could... try something."

Joey looked at him hopefully. "Yeah?"

Chandler nodded. "I-I like you too."

They smiled at each other and hugged tentatively, then Joey kissed him again. Chandler responded warmly, but said that he wasn't sure how far he could go tonight. It was all so sudden.

Joey assured him that there was enough room on the bed for each of them to stay on separate sides tonight. "We can take this slow."

Chandler relaxed and smiled. "Okay."