The One Where Demeter Meets Joey
Chandler leads the way back up to his apartment, opening the door with caution.
"Joe?" he asks cautiously.
For a moment, it seems as though Joey might have slipped out when he wasn't looking. That moment is short, though, and Joey soon peers out of his bedroom. "Hey, Chandler. You go get the mail or something?"
"Uh, no," Chandler says, wondering if he hadn't made the wrong choice in all this. "I was, uh, letting someone in."
"We've got a buzzer, you know."
Damnit, Joey. Why do you have to notice these things when it's inconvenient?
"Joe?" he asks cautiously.
For a moment, it seems as though Joey might have slipped out when he wasn't looking. That moment is short, though, and Joey soon peers out of his bedroom. "Hey, Chandler. You go get the mail or something?"
"Uh, no," Chandler says, wondering if he hadn't made the wrong choice in all this. "I was, uh, letting someone in."
"We've got a buzzer, you know."
Damnit, Joey. Why do you have to notice these things when it's inconvenient?