When realisation finally hit him, he was devastated, Joey Tribbiani, devastated that he was going to be the one who dies alone in the group. He was in absolute despair, he had you, of course, his closest friend outside the group, but he could never get with you, no, it would ruin your friendship with him.

Everyone was at the coffeehouse, but you and Joey were at Monica’s in the guest bedroom on the bed. You snuggled together with his head resting against your chest. Your arms gently wrapped around Joey’s neck in a soft and comforting way. Your head rested atop his, with his arms holding you with security. The two of you looked extremely comfortable and felt like they could spend eternity that way from someone else’s perspective although Joey’s eyes were closed, slightly damp from tears and his lips were subtly trembling.