When Mack pulled her into the fierce hug, holding her tightly against the blonde's body, Tatum only made a brief squeak of surprise before settling in. She almost protested the blanket, thinking only of how it would look in the morning, but gave up any fight she had left. Like laying outside of the blanket, cheek to cheek, holding hands was any better. If she was going to do the time, she might as well have done the crime. Her eyes closed, face resting under her friend's chin, listening to her heartbeat more steadily now. Each squeeze of her body made her crack a little smile, just a touch wider each time.

She laughed when Mack did, lifting her head long enough to open up and roll her eyes. "Jump my bones? Did you really just say that?" the redhead asked, eyebrows knitted together in mock confusion. When Mack suggested punching Frankie again, Tatum's face immediately switched to panic more, her eyebrows raising and furrowing higher on her forehead. "No!" she protested, squeezing the hand that she held, and reaching out to grab her side with her free hand, as if that would hold her in place if Mackenzie really decided to try to get away from her. "She was just-- I know she does, she must, like we.. it's been so long and I.. I mean, it was my fault I.."

Trailing off from her ramble, the red haired girl bit her lip, face burying under Mack's chin again. "I told her that we kissed. That's why she-- was saying things like that.. I should never h-have said anything, I just wanted to.. be honest, you know? I should have fucking k-known better."