Nelson glanced toward the changing booth as well, biting his lower lip. Hopefully Hooded Justice was doing all right in there; even if he was behaving now, if he got angry enough Nelson just knew it wouldn't be a very pleasant rest of the evening. (But really, that's part of why he picked the clothes he had -- the suit was similar enough, he'd felt.)

"He's probably just-- maybe it doesn't fit right," he murmured, cheeks reddening slightly. "It's only dinner... or even lunch, or a simple walk through the park, it doesn't have to be romantic. It's merely time spent, they're, uh... they're not really dates," he added a little hastily, in case Hooded Justice was listening still. Pursing his lips, he held out his hands a little helplessly.

"At least try it on. You'd look nice."