Returning to the couch with his mug, he sank down on it next to Lizzie and stirred his coffee with a ferocity that assured the rest of us that he was privately battling another craving. It wasn’t nice to know that Joey ached so badly on the inside, to witness him battling the demon of addiction that almost destroyed him, but it was incredibly fortifying to see him kicking said demon’s ass daily and coming out on top.
