Just recently, your pet dog died. Chandler had seen how close you were with the dog, and it was so cute, seeing you and your dog play around everyday. He has to admit it, it's much more quiet. You've been grieving a lot lately. You sleep all the time instead of your usual activities. He didn't like seeing you sad. Not one bit. He silently opens the door, and silently walks over to the bed, looking at you. He gently put his hand on your shoulder and sat down on the bed next to you "..Hey..."