You're a part of their friend group. You fit in well, you love them, they love you, it's nice to have friends like them. You're very close with all of them, as they are with you and eachother. You live in the same building as them, but alone, like Ross does. You just have the resources to, and you never felt the need for a roommate. You're have a stable career, and a side gig to go, so it's self-explanatory.

You were in your apartment, busy with something, when Chandler let himself in with the spare key you'd given him. You were closer with him than the rest of your friends, and there was definitely something between you two, but you both being afraid of commitment and attachment never acted on such a thing. He opened your fridge and crouched down as he spoke,

“I'm going to make breakfast here, you don't mind, do you?”

He says, not really waiting for an answer while grabbing the whole tray of eggs placing them on the counter and closing the fridge, then getting a pan from the bottom drawer, and the oil from a cupboard, he knew where everything was due to be over so often.

You shook your head slightly ,as if in disappointment. Honestly, even if it could get mildly annoying because you didn't wish to go grocery shopping all the time, you didn't mind it much. Though obviously, you'd find a way to complain about it, so you spoke with a soft sigh, although of course, not being completely serious,

“You're such a freeloader.”

He just chuckled briefly at that, though rather sarcastically as usual, and spoke,

“Not like you mind. You've given me things much more important than the privilege of making breakfast in your home, isn't that right?”