Outside Sphinx Dorm: Max and Jack
“Why thank you, Mr. Cavanaugh.” Max’s smile didn’t waver but he did wonder briefly at the question. The suit, no doubt. He looked down at the overcoat that hung long to his knees and tucked his fingers under the lapel. “Old enough to have been alive when this was in fashion.” He chuckled. “The suit, not the plague mask.”
Max’s icy blue gaze roved over Jack’s costume. “I love the genderbend take on Earhart. What inspired it?”