"I was thinking that, but they-- they're going to ask me details, and I'm just gunna.. stammer and fuck it up and sound like I'm a moron. They aren't gunna take me seriously, I can't even like, look people in the eye," Tatum muttered, pouting some as the cigarette was yanked from her possession. "I don't even have proof, I don't know what they could possibly do. But what if I don't say anything and it like, eats a kid?"

The red head was chewing at her lip again, looking extremely nervous. There was only a crack in the tension when Mackenzie leaned close to her ear, Tatum immediately leaning away at a little with a shy smile. "Screw off, I'm serious. If I stay over, no.. silliness."

Even if she knew that Mackenzie was joking most of the time, or at least seemed to be, having it seen from another point of view sometimes looked entirely different. The last thing she wanted was Frankie, or someone else, getting the wrong idea. But it was impossible to really resist, the joking between them just flowed, no matter how physical it got. It was just Mackenzie.

"I might have to take my chances with your grabby hands and Russian fingers if my room doesn't get unterrifying in the next twelve hours or so," she sighed, tilting her head a bit to look at her friend, offering that weak smile. She was sick of being afraid of her room, ducking outside all of the time. And it would be rude to impose on Frankie and Rowan even more than she usually did. And Mackenzie was offering. They were just friends.

"If Frankie can sleep over at Gray's, I guess I can.. hang out for a night or two. If you won't be a complete asshole."