by Susan Owa (多情多恨) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/336252.html) “Your family hates me.” Johnny is sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, head hanging, shoulders slumped. “And your family really rolled out the red carpet for me,” Wex deflects, fiddling with his bow tie. He knows damn well how to tie a bow tie — he wears […]