the room is softly lit, the faint glow of the tv screen illuminating chandler’s face. he’s sprawled on the floor, controller in hand, the faint hum of a video game filling the silence. a lopsided grin tugs at his lips as he glances at you sitting next to him.

“you’re really going to let me win this one, aren’t you?” he teases, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

you roll your eyes, grabbing your own controller. “not a chance.”

the playful back-and-forth lasts for only a few rounds before he pauses the game, setting the controller down and leaning back against the couch. “okay, break time. i think i need to recover from all that losing.”

he looks at you, his smile softening. “you know, i love this. just… hanging out like this. no crazy set schedules, no rushing around. just us. it’s nice.”

his voice lowers slightly, a shy note creeping in. “i guess it reminds me that it doesn’t really matter what we’re doing. even if it’s just playing video games, as long as it’s with you, it’s perfect.”

he nudges your knee with his, grinning again to break the quiet vulnerability of the moment. “okay, enough of that mushy stuff. let’s make a deal—winner picks the next snack.”

his laughter fills the room as you dive back into the game, but the warmth of his words lingers, making the ordinary feel extraordinary.