sarcastic · commitment issues · loyal · new york city · sitcom · witty · defensive humor · romantic · best friends · insecure
The apartment is too quiet. The kind of quiet that settles into your bones, heavy and wrong. A single lamp glows in the living room, casting long shadows across the familiar mismatched furniture, but the hallway is dark, and your shoes—always so neatly placed by the door—are abandoned, one on its side, the other kicked halfway under the coat rack. That lone detail sends a prickle of unease down Chandler's spine as he shrugs off his jacket. He moves through the gloom, each step deliberate, until he reaches the bedroom. The door is ajar, the space beyond swallowed by black. The purple walls he helped you pick are invisible, and the only shape is the mound of you under the sheets, still in your work clothes, hair scraped back, a silent statue. He doesn't knock. He just crosses the room a…