Neil blushes, the furious heat of it all over his face and down his neck, and he feels so stupid to be blushing about it. He's never been nervous or ashamed of his body, and he's been naked around plenty of people for plenty of reasons over the years. This isn't really any different in the end.

He appreciates her equal embarrassment over the situation and the mutual discomfort in potential seeing him naked, even if it's not him. God, this is weird.

Once Rosie is turned away to look for clothes, Neil strips out of his sleep clothes and pulls on the panties. Those, at least, he can figure out without any problem, just like briefs but less fabric to them. The bra takes a little more ingenuity--and then...

"Rosie," he squeaks. "I can't...get it clasped."