Just as we become comfortable with the new friendship, and their sexual arrangement, like most friends with benefits relationships it begins to slowly unravel and reveal itself as the clichéd romantic comedy it advertises that it isn't.
Unlike other formats, the sitcom allows us to suspend disbelief because we know this is a set, we know there’s a reason we’ve never actually seen a New York street in Friends, or the fourth wall of an apartment in any show. And we’re okay with that.
TV is better than film. The best scripts, the best acting, and the best directing are deserting the multi-plexes for the freedom of the small screen. But all TV series should die by the end of their second season.