Neil's glad that he gets her to laugh, at least, because it does cut the tension to ribbons. He smiles and stands still as she works, trying to put to memory how it feels to do the clasp up. He still doesn't think he can do it behind his own back, but that's neither here nor there. They'll figure it out.

"Um," he says thoughtfully, hands on the cups, trying to figure it out.

He turns around abruptly, dropping his hands, like showing her will give him the answers that she's asking him for. He's not uncomfortable--well, not more than he already was--so that's probably a good sign, isn't it?