"I've heard stories," he admits with a little laugh. "Very, very grateful not to have to deal with any of that yet. I mean... there was that week I was a girl, but." Shit. He doesn't think he's told her about that yet. It's been such an uncomfortable memory, he's just tried to pretend it hasn't happened. Even if, on Rosie's suggestion, he's kept the clothes in case it happens again.