It's a snowy winter night in New York City, and the Bestower has succumbed to the torrent of the Universe crashing into her mind. Her Spirit Guide is left directionless, and so he ponders the road that led them here. tl;dr: Joey throws a pity party. Rated for language, mostly. Because Joey's a pottymouth.
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,422 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12/21/2016