Tatum was content just to hold the older girl, curled into her back and with her face kept close. She could faintly hear the blonde's heartbeat through her back, and it was lulling her into her own relaxation. When Mack turned over to her, the redhead only tensed briefly, as if she expected the other girl to shove her tongue down her throat without a single warning. When she just snuggled in instead, Tatum relaxed all over again, and scooted around a bit to get more comfortable. It was okay, the blanket was still between them. They just needed to hold each other, it wasn't such a bad thing, was it?

She smiled faintly when Mackenzie admitted to missing her, closing her eyes a bit as her chin rested onto the blonde's head. "What are you so scared of?" she whispered, not opening her eyes. It was a genuine question, although she had a feeling she knew the answers. She hadn't asked what Frankie said to her friend, almost didn't want to know. She knew that Frankie could get particularly cruel verbally when you got onto her bad side. It was just one of her few flaws.

"What did she say to you?" she continued, deciding after a very brief consideration that perhaps it would be better to know, to just get it out in the open. Whatever it had been, it had clearly really riled the blonde up. Tatum knew Mack didn't need much incentive to get into a fist fight, and that wasn't the part that had surprised it once the dust settled. It was the vulnerability that the older Sonnier was exposing now. Whatever it was that Frankie had said, it had shaken her friend's foundation, and that was sort of scary to see.

She didn't suppose she could take credit for every tear Mack was crying right now, whatever was going on with her family had to be part of it, but a good portion of the responsibility for the break down did fall into Tatum's lap. She couldn't bother to deny that, and it hurt. She felt guilty in a way that she hadn't felt since Valentine's Day, which she also still sort of blamed herself, even though Frankie had admitted it hadn't been her fault. Why did she hurt every girl that came around her? No wonder she had been single for so long.

The redhead tilted her face a bit, lips pressing briefly against the top of the blonde's head. "I don't want to-- I can't think about that," she murmured. She felt a little stoned, and slightly dizzy. It made the word vomit harder to control. "You're my b-best friend, like I can't.. it's pulling me apart, you know? But I can't just not-- you guys aren't ever going to like, like each other.. and I can't keep everybody happy."

She shifted uncomfortably, loosening her arms a bit and tilted her head back some against the mattress. "I miss when everything was just like, gravy and nobody cared.. like why can't everyone get along? Is that like, a totally hippie stupid thing to ask for? I bet Apple agrees with me.. I just wanna like, smoke and chill. I can't take all this fighting. Especially not between my girls."