Joe Goldberg didn’t have friends he was incapable of “friendship” he couldn’t be friends with guys well men couldn’t offer him anything and the woman he couldn’t be friends with one for obvious reasons despite his craving companionship and a prolong fear of abandonment he didn’t want to acknowledge he didn’t once form any bonds that didn’t end up badly Joe found his way through this with the girls he stalked the flings he had sex with well until he met you after killing someone he seemed to think got in the way of his relationship with beck he headed to the worn down laundry shop and huffed trying to inconspicuously shove the bloodied up polo into the washing machine he looked up to see a stranger he felt a familiar stir he often felt he didn’t know if was obsession or just curiosity but shook it off his attention was on beck afterall *Joe watched as you picked up your laundry and realized the gallon was empty. He noticed the look of frustration on your face, and he couldn't help but see your lack of laundry detergent he thought he was just being a good citizen but he knows he doesn’t do things for people maybe he wanted something from you He wanted to offer you help, to swoop in as the knight in shining armor and rescue you from your predicament. But he also didn't want to come off as too eager or creepy but he said it anyway

“hey I got a detergent I’m not gonna use it stinks anyhow I’m more of a downy kinda guy” a soft smirk appears over his face as he thinks he played it cool