Bowties are Cool
"But Rose!"
"No, you will to wear it!
Rose adjusted the black bowtie around the Doctors' neck as he squirmed in protest. She grinned and laid her hands on hips, proud of her handiwork. Black converse, a tux, and a bowtie. Perfect!
"Why do I have to?" He whined, trailing after while she lead the way.
"Because it's a dinner party.." She said, and before he could interrupt she added, "And dinner parties are formal."
"And human." He murmured, obviously annoyed with the situation.
She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms, and then smiled at him lovingly when she caught sight of his discouraged gaze he directed at the floor. She stepped towards him. "Besides, it looks nice on you." She traced the tie as she lead him through the doorway.
He stuck out his bottom lip. "Bowties are stupid." He pouted.
She pecked his cheek and dragged him inside by his hand. "No, bowties are cool."
"Doctor! When are you going to start dressing like a normal person?" Amy huffed, fussing with her hair. He glanced over at her, straightening his black bowtie. The slight tweak set the cloth askew against his neck. He sighed, frustrated. He wouldn't have had to do this alone before.
"This is the only time you'll look normal with a bowtie on; at a dinner party." She drawled on, dabbing on lipstick. The Doctor let his head swarm with painful memories, and soon he had cupped his head in his hands, leaning against the console of the TARDIS. Black bowtie, dinner party…
"Doctor?"
The Doctor stilled his tears and glared up at her through slits of his light-brown hair.
"Doctor?" She said, reaching towards him slightly. "What's wrong?"
He sniffed and his voice broke.
"Bowties are cool!" He sobbed.