But eleveninches makes up for it.
"But if we did get married," Justin continued, in that voice that told Brian he had been thinking long and hard about this, "you could plan the entire thing. Every last detail, from the clothes to the food. It would be like... Brian Kinney Day."
"By the way," Brian begun as they were pulling up to the reception hall, "I wrote your vows. They're in my pocket. Stray so much as a word and I'm leaving you."
Now, you HAVE to read this story, because honest to God, never believed it until now.
Read it now now now now now now now now.
Did I mention the *now* part?