"Buttons." Bland, with a ghost of a smile. That almost never happens. Savor it--he's prettier when smiling. (The sickness is just barely starting to show, he looks fine.)

He can feel his crime against them crawling on his back, as he says not another word and handles a dark green dress instead. First person in this world to say men shouldn't wear dresses goes off the edge... fuck society, he does what he wants. Takes what small harmless pleasure he can before he starts sleeping his days away again.