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"C'mon Joe."

He immediately stood up. He always moved whenever Chandler told him to now. Chandler bit his lip. It was kind of depressing. "Where?" he asked, reaching for his jacket. Before going out the door, Chandler checked his pockets to make sure he had the keys, laughing quietly to himself as I did. Why bother locking up? Not like they had anything to steal now.

"It's Tuesday." Chandler explained, leading the way out the door. Joey followed quickly as he started down the steps. " I know." He assured Chandler. "Where do we go on Tuesdays?"

Chandler leaned against the door, feeling the cold air hit him like a wall as he stepped into the street. Joey followed him a little more slowly. "We're going to watch Phoebe play tonight." Chandler watched his friend closely. It had been three days since the hospital and Joey had remembered very little, though he diligently tried to learn facts about their close circle of friends, all of whom saw him at least twice a day.

"Oh." Joey looked down, and Chandler saw his head tilt to one side, a characteristic the old Joey hadn't possessed. A few other new characteristics had appeared in Joey after his frightening stay in the hospital, all small, like tilting his head when he was thinking. It had taken Chandler two days to realize that these were all things he himself did. Joey was basing himself off of Chandler.

Glancing at his friend out of the corner of his eye, Chandler felt his face soften at Joey's expression. He knew that Joey saw the hurt expressions on their friends' faces when he didn't remember them and knew that he was trying. "It's okay Joe, you'll remember eventually. Just take your time."

"No, it's not that..." Joey looked away, embarrassed. Chandler looked ahead. Central Perk was visible, about fifty feet away. He knew that Ross and the girls would be there. He needed to get this sorted out before then.

Stopping, Chandler pulled Joey next to him so they stood flat against an old brick apartment building. Joey no longer flinched when Chandler touched him. "What is it, Joe?" he kept his voice low, his head automatically tilting to one side. "You know you can tell me."

Joey lifted his eyes to Chandler. "I just...I don't know if I can be around that many people. I'm afraid I might...flip out." Joey's ears reddened, a sure sign that he was either angry or embarrassed. Chandler guessed the latter.

"You'll be fine." Chandler put a hand on Joey's shoulder, slowly starting to walk again. "It's not very crowded on Tuesdays. Usually just us and Gunther by the end of the night." He felt Joey nod and gave his friend's shoulder a soft squeeze before opening the door.

Ross's head snapped back as they walked in, his face breaking into an easy grin. Chandler smiled back at him, already shrugging off his jacket in the warmth of the coffee shop. As he had expected, there were very few people, only a young couple talking by the window and their friends.

Chandler took his normal seat on the couch between next to Monica. He waved to Rachel, who had been standing and was now talking to Joey. Chandler saw that Joey looked at ease. Their friends were now a familiar sight to him, even if he couldn't remember them past a few days.

Phoebe extracted her guitar from the case. Chandler rolled his eyes at Ross, who grinned, though most of Ross's attention, like Chandler's, was on Joey. Joey had taken a seat in the old armchair, his eyes darting between Rachel and Phoebe. Chandler remembered a conversation earlier in the day, when Joey had confided in him that he sometimes mixed the girls up. Chandler saw a smile on his lips as he came to a decision.

Chandler bit his lip, Ross's arm coming down on his shoulder. "How are you doing, Chandler?"

"I don't know how much more of this I can take." Chandler confessed. "I can't stand him not remembering. How can he not remember?"

"I don't know." Ross said quietly. "I really don't, Chandler. I'm sorry."

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