She covers her breasts and looks around the room before opening up Max's shirt drawer. “Gonna borrow one of these, okay?”
Max nods and looks away again as she slips his shirt on over her head. It swallows her, the bottom of the shirt going well past the bottom of her leather skirt. Glancing at her, Max catches her wiping away one tear and then fluffing out her fake red hair in the mirror.
“Later,” she says, sounding cheerful. How does she manage to sound like that?
“Later.” His voice isn't much more than a whisper.