Neil grants his permission, or at least gives himself over to the idea, and Rosie's both glad for and momentarily daunted by his willingness. Not that either of them really had much choice--she'd promised to help, and he was stuck like this for at least the next few days, and there wasn't anything to be done about either.

Except get through it.

"I'm really sorry if my hands are cold," she says, just before sliding one into the cup of the bra, adjusting the way Neil's breast is sitting within it--and then switching sides to make sure it's even.