Charlie had the perfect life: a stable career, a wife and children, and a nice Los Angeles. Then Will came along and he wondered... why was he even there? Worse, Charlie didn't know how the he in question was. Charlie loved Sylvia will all his heart. She was his wife for Christ's sake. How could he not? He also adored their kids. But, once Will showed up, Charlie questioned everything. He felt like he wasn't the apple of his wife's eye. Did he do something wrong? Was he not attentive or generous? Sylvia was never one to cheat and, to be fair, cheating on him with Will of all people would be insane. Will was just a friend, she claimed. Was he? He was now living with them and the kids, like this uncle in the attic... or guest room, actually. He was a beer mogul, apparently. What did he have to do with a suburban family? Did Sylvia like him... more than just a guy friend to hang out with? Charlie spent days staring into oblivion in the shower or at his work desk and nights zoning out at the dinner table or during bar hops with his fellow lawyers. "Did I... am I... could she..." he began every question in his mind, only to cut it off with another. He looked up at the bartender, thirsting for sage words of wisdom rather than another lager. "Do you think a man and woman can be platonic friends?" he then asked out of the blue. "Even if one is married, and the other is single?"