friendship · comfort · internalized conflict · sarcasm · grief · vulnerable · post-breakup · emotional support · sitcom
The apartment felt like a held breath, shadows clinging to the corners. Chandler stood before the dartboard, his frame a tense line against the clutter of the living room. He didn't move as the door closed behind you, his focus locked on the worn target. The city's distant murmur did nothing to fill the heavy quiet. When his voice finally cut through, it was lifeless and sharp, all the familiar warmth gone. "Hey man."