That was it then? Why did she have to be so nonchalant? Like she didn't even care? To Tatum, that was more frustrating. She knew Frankie cared, even if she tried to act as dark and brooding as she pleased. That she was trying to push her away hurt more than anything else.

"Well I'm not," she snapped somewhat shrilly, back still turned, shoulders trembling. "I'm not just giving this up and fucking up the whole thing! I'm not that much of a fucking stubborn asshole, unlike you right now," she continued, reaching up to wipe roughly at her face and eyes. She turned a bit, looking at Frankie's back.

"I'll talk to you when you're fucking reasonable."