But something told her that Michi was more adjusted to Hunter's impulsive whims than she was yet to Mack's. She had more practice wrangling the two blondes into submission, verbally and otherwise. So far, Tatum's attempts at trying to talk sense into the older girl had only caused a hasty fight and harsh words that neither of them should have said. But it was too dangerous, and the redhead didn't want to back down on it, couldn't imagine Mack getting hurt like Professor Gray was, or worse, killed like her. It was no way to go. Not that Tatum wanted the blonde to go in any way at all but.. whoever was out there wasn't playing nice.

And so she had seen Mack at the funeral with Hunter and Michi, seated somewhere in the middle, while Tatum hung back in the wings of King's Hall with Jenny Hough, just scuffing her shoes on the floor as the eulogy and speeches went on. People were crying, some rather hysterically, and it was something she was still getting used to. Normally, crying people made her feel so awkward and on the spot that it made her skin crawl, and the next step was to bail normally but she was learning that it was sort of part of the therapy occupation. If she couldn't handle sobbers, she might as well have gotten out right then.

It was a different crying though, than anything else before. When she worked with doctor Lisi, people came in crying all of the time, suffering this ailment or with that flu or a sprained whatever. Even miss Hough's office before all of this, the sniffling and crying of the occasional patient wasn't so bad. But this massive room, where almost everyone was overcome with emotion and little snippets of misery could be heard all over, all one big outcry for the same woman, it was different. It was a lot more all encompassing.

Stepping back a bit as there was a momentary lull while another staff member came up to speak and remember their colleague, Tatum told miss Hough quickly that she needed some air before ducking out of King's Hall, taking in the much less stuffy outdoor air. It was chilly, and she pulled her arms tighter around herself as she began to walk, not sure where she was going. Once she was far enough from the hall, she began digging in her jacket, searching out a lighter and a joint.

She walked for a long while, not sure where she was headed. She almost walked right up on Mack, sitting on the edge of the lake with Dani, but the sight of them made her turn her back and head the other way. She was still mad, and making a scene at a funeral was not on her to-do list, it was easier to just walk away. Finding herself back closer to King's Hall, she saw Apple come outside and she picked up her pace a little. The redhead cleared her throat gently as she stepped up beside him, leaning back on the wall as well. "Remember t-that part where I-I thought admitting I was g-gay would fix e-everything? And I t-thought I was smart e-enough to like, counsel people? I think I w-was wrong. On b-both counts."

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Apple didn't know what to say, he felt like if he did say anything he might just fall apart. He moved so he was standing in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders gently. "When was the last time you got hugged bro?" he asked, already pulling her to his chest. He squeezed her tight, closing his eyes for a moment before speaking.

"You're not stupid Tate," he reassured her. "You're a whole lot smarter than me and to be honest... it was a shit week to get settled into your internship." He reached into his pocket with one hand and riffled around for his joint. "Looks like you could use a little a this," he forced himself to grin but it just didn't feel right.

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"N-Not recently enough," she admitted, leaning against him and exhaling heavily, feeling a bit better but not much. The mood that was settling over the campus wasn't exactly productive to feeling positive or upbeat. Trying to return his weak grin, she gave a little bit of a nod. "I know, I guess.. I j-just.. I mean, I f-feel dumb, like there's no way I can do this. B-But I have to, it's like.. I'm d-doing this, and Mack w-wants to go chasing monsters, and it's just.. a lot but in the end, this is w-what we're going to do with our lives, like.. our jobs. So I guess I'm just b-being an idiot," she rambled weakly, her voice shaking a bit. It was the first chance she had really had to get it off of her chest since fighting with Mack. She had been so busy comforting everyone else, her own emotions had sort have gotten shuffled.

"Sorry," she sniffed, shaking her head and reaching up to take his joint from him. "L-Let's walk," she suggested, taking his hand loosely.

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Apple kissed her forehead sweetly and listened carefully. He was sure she had been doing most of the listening this week with her new internship and what a week it had been. He had been to see the counselor once just to talk it out but it still hadn't felt real. It still hurt. "It's damn overwhelming with the amount of people who are hurtin'," he said. "I know I would feel pretty similar if my internship suddenly got attacked with a million kids and adults all upset," he nodded. "And Mack, well... yeah, she's gonna be chasin' monsters for a living but she knows what she's doing, she's well trained and everything. Things are starting to get real because we're all old and shit," he grinned down at her. "We're growing up Tat, who'd 'a thought?"

Taking her hand, he started walking, just letting their feet lead the way. He wasn't particularly worried about getting caught smoking, he figured they all had a free pass for the day anyways all things considering. "Don't you apologize for nothing," he said gently. "You need to get it off your chest too."

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