Rocky wrinkled her nose and started laughing, joshing him with her elbow. "Of course I don't fuckin' remember what you wore, I just wanted to see your face." In truth, Rocky had no idea what he had worn last Thursday. She probably wouldn't even remember what he was wearing right now if she was told to close her eyes and recount it. Italians and their hair... rolling her eyes she then sighed and leant back a little, offering a shrug. "Crappy. Numb. Useless. Bored. I wanna go and grab my nephew back."