Upon feeling the redheads arms wrapping around her, she could feel her body relax, the howling anguish she had been feeling started to ebb away. She listened to the girls voice as she talked, it calmed her down considerably, even if what the redhead was saying made her want to cry all over again. Hearing that reassurance that she would never loose the girl made her want to cry in relief. The weight that had been weighing on her shoulders all week was suddenly lifted. Loosing Tatum had been her biggest fear in dealing with the whole issue, and now that she knew she wouldn’t , she could deal with everything else.

She drew a shuddering breath and mopped up her face with her sweatshirt sleeve, not really caring that it was gross. “I…I’m scared too you know,” She said quietly, messing with her hands. It really was her fault that everything had turned out this way, she could have just kept it to herself and not bothered Frankie. They could have glared at each other, and then moved on. Instead she had to lash out and start shit, and make things rocky for everyone involved. “I’m the one who should be sorry Tatum, all of this is my fault. I should have never said those things to Frankie, it was a stupid thing for me to do, provoking her like I did.”

By this point she had stopped crying, the occasional hiccup bubbling out of her as they lay there. She felt exhausted, her eyelids dipping as she lay there being held by the girl she loved. Attachment sucked and yet somehow she managed to get attached to people anyway. Tatum, Hunter, Craig, they all meant a lot more to her than she had realized. She had promised that she wouldn’t get attached after Abigail, it would make things less painful that way. But somewhere along the line those three had wormed their way into her heart, and as much as it hurt to be attached to Tatum, it was an amazing feeling as well. To have someone who could make her feel like everything was going to be okay with just a simple gesture like holding her.

She almost didn’t hear it when Tatum told her she had missed her, but it was there faintly, Mackenzie could feel a warmth spreading to her toes as the girl burrowed into her more. She rolled over so she was facing the redhead, a small, watery smile on her face. She scooted closer to Tatum, nuzzling into her so that the redhead’s chin was resting near the crown of her head. Snaking her arms out from under the blanket, she wrapped them around the girl, squeezing her lightly. She hoped it wasn’t too intimate for Tatum, she just needed to be close to her. If she felt the girl freak though she would back off, she didn’t want to burn the little bridge they had just built.

“I missed you too,” Mackenzie mumbled softly into the girl’s shoulder. She knew that things were probably far from being okay again but this was definitely a start. “I didn’t know what to do without you,” She admitted, her face turning slightly red, even though she knew Tatum couldn‘t see her. She didn’t know when she had become so dependent on Tatum but it was obvious she couldn’t live without her.

“I…know how much you care about Frankie, and I promise I won’t try to get between that.” She whispered, gritting her teeth to keep her control. She pulled Tatum a little bit closer, pressing her face into the girl’s t-shirt. “I’m going to try really hard not to pressure you into feeling like you have to choose, you just have to tell me if I need to back off, okay? Like this, right now…if it’s too much just tell me and I’ll turn back around.”