“Tatum, as much as it kills me to say this, Frankie does love you. Otherwise she wouldn’t be as upset about what I said to her, I wouldn’t have been able to provoke her so easily. Love messes you up like that.” She sighed, nuzzling the redhead. “Trust me, I know.”

“You need her like I need you,” She stated simply, it only hurt her slightly to admit it. “And before you start reassuring me that you need me too, don’t. I know you do Tatum but I know what our relationship is, and I understand. Love isn’t easy, but she does love you okay? And she’s a dumb bitch if she doesn’t. Like, seriously, the stupidest person in the world to not love you. Because like, trust me, what’s not to love?”