Neil honestly can't say if a dress might be too much. A part of him, the part that managed to swallow all his nervous, hysterical pride and let Rosie help him with this because what other choice is there, wants to say fuck it. This might as well happen. He can roll with it.

But also: it's a dress.

"Let's start with jeans and a shirt for now," he finally says, a little dry-mouth for the nerves of it all. "And maybe we can try putting me in a dress when we look for some clothes. Just to see how it looks. Which will probably be stupid."