He's thinking about that night too, not in much depth either. It was the last time he'll ever be in uniform so it's a bit nostalgic for that alone. The rest was weird, but not all unpleasant. There was something cleansing about wearing his whites one last time, though, especially when at first all he could think of was his wedding - and his first dance as Maria's husband. Even now, his throat tightens a bit in remembrance and he holds her hand a little tighter too as a result. For whatever reason, Jessica helps him accept his past without dwelling on it. It's the first reason in the book of many of why he needs her, even if he can't explain it. Maybe it's better left a mystery anyway.

Her words wash over him belatedly, as caught up with his own thoughts as ever before. But he never outright ignores her, at least, not on purpose, so the sentiment does filter through eventually. Frank nods, glancing over at the glistening lake before his eyes dart back over to Rocky to make sure he's still staying close enough to grab. As they wind further into the woods, he almost wishes he had brought a tent.

"Yeah? Well, thanks for listening to me," he teases, swinging their hands a bit as he starts to get a better lay of the land. "For once."