“I think Ryan’s dead,” Brendon said, nodding solemnly. “I’m waiting for Frank to stop by, because I don’t want to be the one who finds his body.”

Brendon is a governess with a disgraced past (dallying with a stable boy!), who comes to teach the young cousins of Sir Spencer Smith. Sir Spencer is amused by this bouncy young man, whose enthusiasm is both strange and strangely appealing, but who manages to hide questions about his past with unexpected smoothness. Consequently, Sir Spencer finds himself paying far to much attention to Mr Boyd’s secretive manner as well as to the way he fills his regrettably old and worn clothes (his breeches being far too tight and not quite fitting right). Furthermore, Sir Spencer's oldest friend, the dissolute Lord Ross, is trying to woo, unsuccessfully, his estate manager Mr Walker. despite the tumultuous passion between them, Mr Walker refuses to give in to Lord Ross's advances as long as Lord Ross refuses to admit that it is more than a tumble in the hey that he wants from Mr Walker. Fortunately, Walker is a patient man and willing to wait while Ross goes through his tantrums.

Patrick is a widower and young father. Pete is an advertising exec with a failing relationship. When Patrick's daughter makes a call to a radio shrink, lives intersect and shenanigans ensue.

Apartment building AU! So, um, if you're familiar with my epic DT? This was kind of written like that, only at a much, much smaller scale. If you're unfamiliar, it just means that it's a whole bunch of scenes strung together by a whole bunch of characters. I pretty much throw you into the deep end and you have to swim out. Everyone is weird.