Joey woke in the middle of the night, a foreign weight lying on top of him. He looked down and smiled sleepily at Chandler's sleeping form. He really, really didn't want to have to do this, but he really had to go to the bathroom, so he regrettably but gently moved Chandler off of him, knowing he would wake the man.

"Joe?" Chandler called tiredly.

"Go back to sleep, babe. I'm just going to the bathroom."

Chandler just nodded and collapsed back on the bed, promptly falling back asleep. Joey chuckled but went to take care of his business.

Once he was done, he walked into the kitchen to get something to drink. As he sipped his water, he stood there in the kitchen, his thoughts ultimately turning towards the man sleeping in the other room.

He finally admitted it to himself. He loved Chandler. At first, that thought scared him. In his selfishness, he was too terrified to admit to himself that he loved someone like Chandler. The man's crippling depression made him wonder every day if there would come a day where he wouldn't have the man in his arms. They'd only been together for two months, but Joey knew without a doubt that he was in love with Chandler and that losing him would kill him.

Joey wasn't sure what to do with this. He was never the one to get into a long-term relationship. He was honestly terrified that he would screw it up. Chandler was the best thing that had ever happened to him and if he somehow managed to screw it up, he could only pray that Chandler would forgive him.

Coming back to himself, Joey chuckled at the absurdity of his situation. He was mentally declaring his love for Chandler while standing naked in their kitchen.

Joey set his glass down and walked into his bedroom to change, deciding to go for a walk. He headed out the door, but not before making a stop into Chandler's room to sit next to Chandler's sleeping form. He was lying on his stomach, using his arms as a makeshift pillow. He ran his hand gently through Chandler's hair, who groaned appreciatively in his sleep. He leaned down and placed a light kiss to his cheek, then whispered, "I'm going for a walk. I'll be back soon. I love you."

He thought he heard Chandler mumble, "Love you, too," but he figured it was just wishful thinking.

Once outside, he decided to enjoy the night. It was chilly, so he was cold, but it was nice to go outside and just be. He walked through the streets of New York, somehow finding himself walking into some random shop. He looked around, noticing that it was a flower shop. Why a flower shop of all places? He wondered briefly before shrugging and just going with it. He also wondered why a flower shop was open at this time of night, but then he remembered he was supposed to just go with it and promptly forgot the thought.

He looked around for a while, not sure why he was looking or what he was looking for. A voice from behind him made him jump. "You lookin' for something special?"

It was an older gentleman, probably in his late forties. Joey studied this man for a moment, wondering why he looked so familiar. "Do I know you?" Joey asked. Then he shook his head. "Sorry, that came out really rude. I didn't mean it like that. You just look really familiar."

The man chuckled. "I've seen you around the psychiatry office."

Joey nodded in realization. "I knew I'd seen you before!"

The man nodded in return. "Are you looking for something for that man you come in with?"

Joey blushed. "I'm not sure. I honestly don't know how I even got here. I just started walking and ended up here."

He smiled. "That's okay. You can look around for as long as you want... uh..."

"Joey. My name's Joey Tribbiani."

Joey held out his hand and the man shook it appreciatively. "I'm Xavier Curitan."

Joey blinked. "Are you related to Dr. Curitan?"

Xavier smiled. "In a way. Tyler Curitan is my husband."

Joey suddenly remembered Chandler telling him that his therapist was gay. "Oh! Wow! Holy crap. Small world, huh?"

"No kidding."

Joey walked around the store with the man, not wanting to just stand there the whole time. "So, is there a reason you guys didn't do the whole "hyphenating the name" thing?"

Xavier nodded. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, considering that your boyfriend is a client of Tyler's, but he did not come from good people. He took my name, saying he wanted to start fresh with someone he loved. Please don't tell your friend. I do not want him to think differently of my husband."

Joey shook his head. "Chandler wouldn't think differently of him. In fact, it might make Chandler relate to him more. He didn't come from good people either," Joey grumbled, thinking of his boyfriend's neglectful mother and absent father.

"Oh?" Xavier said. "I'm really sorry about that. If this Chandler is anything like my Tyler, I'm pretty sure it hit him hard, hmm?"

Joey nodded. "Chandler's home life was never very good and he didn't deserve the life he had. He's too good of a person. He doesn't talk much about his childhood, but from what I can tell, when his father left he spent a lot of his childhood and teenaged years taking care of his mother. He never had time to think about himself. Even now, he's always thinking of other people. As bad as this is, I wish he would be a little selfish sometimes. Then maybe he might take care of himself better."

Xavier laughed. "Sounds like Tyler."

Suddenly, Joey stopped. He saw a flower. It was a simple black rose with a small white dot on one of the petals. Joey thought it was a beautiful flower, but it was mixed in with other flowers like a cheap shirt in a discount bin at a thrift store. "What's wrong with this flower?"

Xavier smiled and pulled the rose out to inspect it. "It was supposed to be a plain black rose, but it has a white spot on it. Something in its genetic code made it come out awkwardly."

Joey smiled from ear to ear, immediately thinking of Chandler. Like the flower, Chandler was beautiful, even if he was constructed of awkward 'genetics.' "How much is it?"

Xavier smiled a knowing smile. "This one's on the house."

Joey eyes widened in appreciation. "Th-Thank you so much!"

The man nodded. "It's no problem."

Xavier and Joey went over to the counter so the florist could get something that Joey could carry the flower in. "I really hope you and Chandler work out. I've seen the way you both are around each other. You both love each other very much. I can tell that much."

Joey smiled. "Thank you."

"No problem," he said, then, "I don't mean to jump the gun here, but if you ever decide that you want to take the next step, I know a ring salesman who isn't judgmental. Come back and see me if you need the reference."

Joey blushed but nodded. He hadn't really thought of marrying Chandler, but, thinking about it now, he decided that the idea didn't scare him. In fact, it filled him with exhilaration. "I'll do that. Thank you for your help, Mr. Curitan."

"Please, call me Xavier."

Joey nodded. "Have a good night," he waved.

"You, too, Joey."

By the time Joey got back to the apartment, the sun was beginning to rise. He had this rose, but no explanation to go with it. He decided to write a letter, hoping he got his point across.

After he had written twenty letters, ripped them up, and tossed them, the twenty-first letter decided to be somewhat decent, so he went with it, folded it, then placed it on the table he set up in the middle of the living room. He could picture Chandler waking up, finding this, then laughing at him for his absurd cheesiness, but then he would see the appreciative light in his eyes and in the upturn of his lips and the teasing would be worth it. Chandler teased everyone, but he really loved it when people made small gestures like this. Teasing people was just in his genes.

After approving his set up, he snuck back into Chandler's room – finding that the man was sound asleep – changed out of his clothes, and crawled back into bed with him. He wrapped his arms around him before finally falling asleep to the sound of Chandler's light snores.

Chandler woke up the next morning on top of Joey's chest. He sat up slowly, careful not to wake Joey, wincing at the slight pain that ran through his ass. He had to give it to those women; Joey was fucking amazing in bed. To think that he somehow managed to get Joey to himself was beyond him, but Dr. Curitan as well as Joey had drilled it into him that Joey wanted him and only him, so Chandler accepted it.

He stood up and grabbed his boxers, slipping them on with minimal struggle. He was stretching inside the living room when he abruptly stopped, seeing that something was different.

It was so simple, yet so heart-crushingly wonderful that Chandler wasn't sure what to do or feel. The barcaloungers had been moved to the side of the room and the only thing in the center of the apartment was a table with a black rose with a small white dot on one of the petals and a folded note that read: Chandler.

Chandler picked up the note and the rose, beginning to read the note as he twirled the flower between his thumb and forefinger.

Chandler,

I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a while. I saw this flower and it made me think of you. Roses are supposed to show passion.

You are the definition of passion, Chandler. You never go at anything halfway. If you feel something, you put your heart into it. When you're sad, you're miserable. When you're angry, you're fuming. When you're happy, you're practically on cloud nine. This might be selfish of me, but if you were half as passionate about me as you were anything else, I would be the happiest man on Earth.

I chose this rose because of something the florist said. This flower was in a flower-version of a discount bin. I thought the flower was beautiful, but the florist told me that it was supposed to be a plain, black rose, but that something in its genetic code made it come out awkward. I guess it just made me think of you. You are so beautiful, Chandler, just like the rose. When I saw the black petals, I thought of how you've been feeling lately. I thought of all the darkness floating around inside your head, making you think things that aren't true. When I saw the white dot, I just felt hopeful. I hope that one day you'll find the light inside your darkness. When you do eventually find your light, hold on to it and never let go.

Joey

Chandler smiled. When did Joey get so poetic? He wondered. It wasn't anything extravagant or expensive, but it was so perfect and just so Joey that, out of all the gifts he had ever received, nothing – absolutely nothing – could top this wonderful gift.

Suddenly, he felt tears start to form. Ever since the suicide attempt, he had not cried about it. He didn't feel the need to, as it was just a means to an end for him. Meanwhile, Joey was so perfect, so wonderful. He was everything Chandler could ever ask for and so much more. He treated Chandler like he was the light of his life and what was Chandler doing? He was treating Joey like he was nothing.

The tears kept coming and he fell to the floor. Chandler realized what he was doing to Joey and it was anything but good. If Joey cared for him – God forbid if he actually fell in love with him – Chandler was killing him little by little with his actions and words. If his situation was reversed and it was Joey in this situation... He couldn't even think of his own response because he couldn't even imagine the emotional pain he would go through. And to think that he was doing this to Joey!

His sobs wracked his body so hard that he didn't even hear Joey coming up behind him. Joey fell to the floor along with him, turning Chandler around and pulling him into his arms. Chandler couldn't hold it together. He could only grip Joey tight as he sobbed.

Through his sobs, Chandler cried, "I'm so sorry, Joey. I... I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'm going to get better. I'm going to get better."

Chandler could feel Joey's shoulders shaking. He was crying as well. "I know, babe." He whispered through a shaky voice as he peppered his face with kisses. "I know."

They sat there for a long time in the middle of the living room floor. Even when they had both stopped crying, they just sat there, holding each other. When their legs started to lose feeling, they pulled away from each other to stare into the red-rimmed eyes of the other.

"You okay?" Joey asked him tentatively.

"Are you?" Chandler returned.

Joey nodded. "Yeah, babe. I'm good."

The brunet leaned in to kiss his lover. "Then I'm good, too."

It was silent for some time before Joey said, "I met your therapist's husband. Did you know he was a florist?"

Chandler blinked, remembering flowers in Dr. Curitan's office. "No, I didn't."

Silence spread for a few more moments before laughter broke out between them. They weren't sure why they were laughing; they just knew that they were just so immensely happy to have each other.

Later that day, Chandler and Joey were back in the psychiatry office to meet with Dr. Stephens. They came significantly earlier, however, because they had some news to share with their favorite receptionist. "Hey, Jessica," Chandler greeted with a smile.

Jessica's eyes widened upon seeing Chandler. She practically launched herself at the man before wrapping her arms around him. "Chandler, oh my God. Did you hear about Dr. Ottinger? He was arrested! I knew from your file that you were seeing him. I didn't know if what they're all saying is true – you know, the malpractice – but I just couldn't stop thinking about you."

Chandler returned the hug before saying, "That's what we're here for. We have to tell you something, so come with us. Don't worry. We called and got you an early lunch break."

Jessica blinked, but followed Joey and Chandler down to Central Perk where they sat in a secluded corner of the coffee shop to discuss what happened with Dr. Ottinger.

"Listen, Jessica. What they're saying about Dr. Ottinger is true; he is being fired for malpractice, but he's also going to be doing jail time for murder and attempted murder." Joey explained, getting to the point.

Jessica wore a shocked expression. "You're kidding. How do you know this?"

"We're the ones who made the initial complaint," Chandler began. "He was giving me Zoloft, which was causing me to have hallucinations. I ended up shattering a mirror – hence the bandages on my hand – and attempting to kill Joey, thinking he was my hallucination." He looked away at the last part.

Jessica nodded slowly, taking everyone in. "I'm so sorry that happened."

Chandler smiled sadly. "We're the ones who are sorry, Jessica. The cops want you to testify along with us to put him away." He sighed heavily, hoping to get this out in the least rude way possible. "They have reason to believe that Dr. Ottinger did the same thing... to your sister."

Jessica's breath caught in her throat. "He... he killed her?"

Chandler nodded. "In a sense, yes."

Trying to reign in her emotions, she asked, "Why?"

"The same reason he tried to kill me. He said that being gay was wrong and that we needed to be cleansed. He gave both me and your sister Zoloft, knowing it would cause hallucinations like the ones I had.

"Listen, Jessica. Your sister was never a killer. She didn't kill her girlfriend in cold blood. I know it doesn't bring her back, but just know that your sister was a good person."

She nodded through the tears that were falling down her face. "Thank you," she said in a voice that was barely a whisper. "I... I had so many questions. I never knew why she did it. I never knew why she killed Violet, too." Joey moved closer to her in the booth before wrapping his arm around her, letting her cry.

"I'm sorry, Jessica. I'm so sorry this happened," Joey comforted. "If you ever need anything, let us know, okay?"

Jessica nodded into his shoulder before letting out the rest of her sobs. Chandler moved to the other side of the table and sat on the opposite side of Jessica, taking her hand in silent support.

They all ignored the stares they were getting from inside the coffee shop. Right now, Jessica needed their comfort, so they would let them all stare.

Eventually, Jessica pulled away. Chandler handed her a napkin, which she took appreciatively to blow her nose. "Thank you, guys," she said. "I never thought I'd make such good friends at this job, but life is strange like that, I guess."

Chandler nodded. "Yeah."

"I'm going to testify with you guys. I can't let Dr. Ottinger get away with killing my sister."

Chandler pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to Jessica. "This is the number you have to call. The cops will come and talk to you about what you need to do."

She nodded. "Thank you."

Joey was watching the time carefully. They needed to get back soon so Chandler could get to his appointment on time. "Hey guys. Sorry to cut it short like this, but we have to get back. Your lunch break is almost over and Chandler has an appointment with Dr. Stephens."

On that note, they all returned to the Office of Psychiatry. They went up to the second floor, but not before giving a heartfelt goodbye to Jessica.

"You two are like the older brothers I never had." She said

"Hey!" Joey said. "I'm not that old!"

Chandler rolled his eyes. "She didn't say you were old, but now that you mention it, yes. We are probably older than her. You're not old, but you're the oldest one here."
"Hey!"

"What? You're older than me."

"Yeah, by, like, a year."

"Well, she's at least five years younger than us."

Chandler waved to Jessica before entering the elevator and continuing his bickering with his boyfriend. Jessica just merely smiled at his retreating form before returning to her work.

"Joey, calm down. You're thirty-one. That's nowhere near old." Chandler explained in the elevator. "Please don't go through a midlife crisis in a psychiatry office. The psychiatrists will have a heyday with that one," he chuckled at his joke.

"Oh, ha. Very funny."

Chandler kissed Joey on the cheek. "You love me, so shush."

Joey was silent because he honestly couldn't argue with that logic.

Once Chandler was called back to the room, he was surprised to hear that Joey was allowed to come with him. "I forgot that we could to this together now," he explained at Joey's raised eyebrow.

In the office, Joey and Chandler shook hands with Dr. Stephens. She was a short woman who looked like one of those high school art teachers that everyone got along with. While Chandler was ready to begin the session, Joey seemed intent on something else entirely.

"So, Dr. Stephens," Joey began. "How do I know you're not going to end up doing to Chandler what Dr. Ottinger did?"

"Joey!" Chandler chastised. "That's so rude!"

Dr. Stephens smiled reassuringly. "It's okay, Mr. Bing. Mr. Tribbiani is just watching out for you. I think it's rather sweet."

Chandler blushed, but stayed quiet and let her continue.

"I promise you Mr. Tribbiani. Dr. Ottinger may have been a colleague of mine, but I can assure you that I am nothing like him. What he did – and pardon me for such an outburst – was downright shameful and just completely insane. A man like that should not be allowed to walk the streets again. I hope he is put away for life, at the very least."

Joey could see the barely restrained anger in the small woman's eyes. She was honestly not okay with Dr. Ottinger's malpractice. He decided that he would allow this woman to treat Chandler, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be wary of any medicine she prescribed.

Chandler answered all the questions she had for him before deciding on prescribing him something called Abilify.

"Make sure you take this before bed, as it will make you extremely tired," she instructed.

Chandler nodded. "I will. Thank you."

The next day, Chandler had his first joined session with Dr. Curitan and Joey. He was kind of nervous; he didn't know how Joey would react to the kinds of things they talked about. He tried to hide all of his insecurities from Joey, but, in this case, he would be forced to reveal them to the Italian man. He always told Joey what they talked about in therapy; he didn't want to hide anything from his boyfriend. However, he usually was able to figure out his thoughts alone with Dr. Curitan first. Here, his insecurities would come through as if he were turning in a rough draft of a large paper as a final copy.

Joey had repeatedly asked him if he still wanted him there with him, but Chandler was adamant on this. He wanted Joey to be there with him every step of the way. He would sacrifice his "final draft" if it meant that it would help him and Joey come closer.

Joey shook hands with Dr. Curitan before they began the questions. Surprising to Chandler, the doctor began to question Joey. "Hello, Mr. Tribbiani. I'd like to get to know you a little from your point of view before we begin. Honestly, though, I feel like I know you already. Chandler speaks very highly of you." He smiled and Chandler blushed.

Joey smirked. "With as much as he teases me, I would have thought something completely different."

Dr. Curitan chuckled. "So what do you do for a living?"

"I'm an actor."

"He likes to think so," Chandler joked.

Joey glared at him before turning to the doctor. "This. This is what I deal with all the time."

Chandler poked him in the side, making Joey jump. "You love it."

Dr. Curitan watched them bicker back and forth with honest fascination. They were honestly so cute together. "So, Joey. Have you received any good parts, lately?"

Chandler got a pouty look. "He won't tell you."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"He refuses to tell anyone anything about his parts he may or may not have gotten recently. He used to tell me all the time, but now he won't!"

"It's a surprise," Joey explained. "I don't wanna jinx it!"

"When have you ever been superstitious?"

"Hello? Have you met me? Catholic, remember? It's in our genes to be superstitious."

Chandler waved his hand flippantly. "Whatever."

"So you're Catholic?"

Joey nodded. "Yeah. Chandler teases me about it all the time."

"Oh? Why is that, Chandler?"
Chandler wore a look like he was trying to say, 'are you kidding me?' "He's in a relationship with me – a man – and he's religious? Isn't that like telling yourself that, when you die, you are definitely going to Hell?"

Joey shook his head. "I don't think so."

"But doesn't the Bible say that?"

Joey nodded. "Yeah, but it also says you can't wear clothing of multiple fabrics and that you can't eat shellfish. Do you really think Rachel is gonna go to Hell for eating shrimp?"

Chandler chuckled. "No. I guess not."

"The Bible was written by men. Men aren't perfect. Only God can fit that description. Yes, I read the Bible, but I don't follow it word for word. I believe in interpretation. Men back then thought homosexuals were gross, so I think they wrote homosexuals to be 'sinful' as more of a representation that no unclean thing can enter the kingdom of God. It was just the time in which people lived."

Chandler nodded. "I never... I never thought about it like that."

Joey smiled. "Most people don't. It's okay."

"So, Chandler, do you have a problem with Joey believing in God?" Dr. Curitan asked.

Chandler shook his head fervently. "No! Of course not! Joey can believe in anything he wants to so long as he's happy. I'll support him no matter what. Besides," he looked thoughtful. "I can't say that I don't believe in God. I think I more or less refuse to accept that He exists."

"Wow," Joey smirked. "At this rate he'll be coming with me to church during the holidays."

Chandler rolled his eyes. "Uh huh. Sure."

The time went by rather quickly after that. After the session, Joey brought up his meeting with Dr. Curitan's husband. "He's a totally cool guy!" Joey said.

Dr. Curitan nodded. "Yes, he sure is."

"How did you guys meet?"

"Joey!" Chandler yelled. "Isn't there something against doctors sharing personal information with their clients?"

At Chandler's statement, Dr. Curitan's expression changed. It grew sad. "Listen, Joey, Chandler. I'm really sorry to have to break the news to you both at the end of the session, but I have been removed as Chandler's therapist. I didn't want to say anything at the beginning for fear it would change the way the session went."

Chandler's eyes widened. "What? Why? Was it something I did?"

Dr. Curitan smiled. "No, it wasn't anything you did. I'm afraid it was my doing. I have become too... personally invested in your treatment."

Chandler glared. "If you're not my therapist anymore, don't talk to me like that. Tell me in normal talk."

Dr. Curitan chuckled. "I consider you a friend, not a patient, so I can't treat you due to personal involvement." His expression then darkened. "Dr. Ottinger is a monumental asshole. What he did to you made me realize just how invested I am in your well-being."

Chandler patted him on the back. "It's okay. Everyone loves me. I get it all the time."

"He's lying," Joey said, smirking. "He means me."

"Hey! People love me!"

Joey nodded, his playful smirk changing to more of a soft smile. "Yeah, they do."

Chandler blushed, but turned to the doctor. "Well, I'm still really sorry, Dr. Curitan."

"Please," he said. "I'm not your doctor anymore. You can call me Tyler."
Chandler nodded. "Tyler fits you so much better. Dr. Curitan makes you sound old."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Are you getting at something, Chandler?"

Chandler smirked, briefly wondering how they could possibly have fallen so easily from doctor-patient to friend-friend. "I don't know, old man. Am I?"

The three walked out of the office to see Xavier standing there waiting for his husband. "Hey, Joey!" The man said.

"Hey, Xavier. It's good to see you."

He nodded appreciatively. "So," he started. "Did the flower go over well?"

Chandler blushed, telling Xavier that, yes, it did go over well.

"Oh! Hey, Xavier," Joey started. "Remember what we talked about before I left?"

The older man smiled a knowing smile. "Yeah, I do. Do you want the number now?"

Joey nodded. "Yeah. That'd be great."

Xavier stole a pen from Tyler's pocket – earning him a glare from his husband – before writing down on an old receipt a number and a name. "Ask for that guy and he'll get you what you need. Good luck," he smiled.

"Thanks!"

Meanwhile, Chandler and Tyler were watching the scene with heavy suspicion. "What is going on here?" Chandler whispered.

"I'm not sure," Tyler replied.

Then, out of the blue, Chandler blurted, "Joey, are you doing drugs?" He turned to Xavier. "Did you just deal my boyfriend drugs?"

Xavier and Joey laughed. "Nah," Joey said. "It's a surprise."

Chandler glared. "Again with the surprises! You see this, Tyler? First he's secretive about his acting and now he's getting numbers from people. Are you a double agent, Joey?"

Tyler laughed. "Good luck with that one, Joey."

Joey nodded. "Thanks, I appreciate it. I'm gonna need it for sure."

"Hey!"

Eventually, the four exchanged goodbyes before walking out of the building to find that there was a heavy snowstorm. "How did we miss this?" Chandler asked, wrapping his scarf closer around his neck.

Joey shrugged. "I don't know. Let's hurry. I don't want to get caught in this. I got a feeling that it's only going to get worse."
Chandler nodded before getting into the passenger seat and letting Joey drive home. When they parked, Chandler couldn't help it. He picked up some snow and threw it at Joey, who yelped in surprise. Chandler laughed outright.

"You dick!" Joey said. "Oh, it's on!" He challenged with a smirk.

Chandler's eyes widened when Joey picked up more snow. It wasn't very packable, so he had to get pretty close to Chandler to make sure it hit him.

They ran around outside of their apartment all the way to the park down the street, not caring that people were staring at them like they were being childish – because they were – but they were enjoying themselves so it didn't matter. Eventually Chandler tripped on the grass covered by the thick layer of snow, causing Joey – who was hot on his heels – to trip over his fallen form. They were dazed for a moment before they both started laughing. They were still laughing even as Joey climbed on top of Chandler to place a sweet, loving kiss onto the man's lips.

They were staring into each other's eyes for a long moment. Right now, Chandler looked happier than he had been in a very long time. Right now, Joey couldn't reign in his emotions. Chandler just looked so... so perfect. He wondered briefly if he should say anything, but he thought, to Hell with it, and said, "I love you, Chandler."

Chandler's expression went through a series of emotions before settling on a genuine, ear-to-ear smile that could light up the world. He should be running. He should be panicking, and he would be if it were anyone else, but even though hearing those words come from Joey scared him as much as it exhilarated him, he couldn't deny his feelings either, so why should he lie to Joey? He wasn't very good at commitment – he always ended up running – but Joey was the exception. Joey would always be the exception. "I love you, too, Joey."

Joey returned the smile with an equally happy one of his own before placing his lips over Chandler's, said man's arms coming to wrap around his neck.

Chandler thought about the note Joey had given him along with the rose as the man kissed him for all he was worth. Joey said that he wanted him to find his light and hold onto it as if he didn't know what Chandler's light was. Staring into Joey's eyes, seeing the emotion swarming in them, made Chandler wonder if Joey was really that dense.

Chandler pulled his light down for another kiss, emotion overwhelming him to the point he almost couldn't breathe.

I'll love you forever, Joey. I'll love you until you don't want me anymore. Even then, I'll always love you because you are the light of my life.