Tatum listened to what Hunter said, and tried not to tense up as she heard it. She didn't want Mackenzie to go, but knew it would probably be better that way. She didn't want the blonde to get in trouble, but she also knew there was no other way for her and Hunter to sort all of this out. If they were going to take off, then Tatum would rather she just get her closure with Hunter for the day and get it over with. She wasn't exactly gung-ho on being around the Rienzi girl, but there wasn't really much she could do but hope for the best. Mack knew how to handle herself around her own partner in crime, Tatum just hoped she had the restraint right now to keep herself under control.

"I jump, you jump," she whispered back simply, knowing their conversation on the subject was done. She met the blonde's eyes though, not wanting to break the contact, squeezing her hands. She watched the other girl's eyes flicking, moving between herself and the taller blonde, and she tried her best to not look too pathetic. She didn't want Mack giving up the chance to set things straight with Hunter just because of her.

Mad as she was at Hunter in her own right, Tatum did feel like she owed her a little. It had been Hunter who had taken Mack in while Tatum herself had been being a complete asshole. She could relate to fucking things up once in a while. Her hands certainly weren't clean of hurting the blonde either.

Her eyes went wide when Mackenzie demanded an apology on her behalf, and she tensed her hands in the older girl's grasp. She didn't think the blonde was going to do that, and she doubted even more than Hunter was going to agree to the terms. She couldn't see the other girl's expression, but she could only imagine.

Mostly, Hunter looked genuinely puzzled at Mack's request. Really? Hunter supposed that maybe her friend had a point. She had sort of screwed over the little freshman over pretty bad, and she felt more guilty about it the more Mack continued to stare her down. She kept expecting her friend to close the distance between them and just lunge for her throat. She'd probably do that once the little redhead was out of sight and out of mind.

"Uh, sure, guess so," the blonde replied, blinking a bit. She didn't bother waiting for Tatum to turn around, wasn't sure that she would. Reaching up, she rubbed the back of her neck a little. Her expression was one of painful awkwardness. It wasn't like she went around saying 'sorry' to people very often. Apologizing was bordering on admitting that she was in the wrong. Which, really, she was. She usually acted without thinking of the consequences, but it had never gone as bad as this. "Sorry, kiddo. My bad."

Tatum's face looked equally as awkward as the Southern girl spoke up from behind her, making her furrow her eyebrows a little bit. She didn't know what to say, really. Was she supposed to thank her? Or tell her she was forgiven? She didn't exactly feel like forgiving her just yet. She would when Mack did, she supposed. What happened next would be decided by the blonde.

"Ten minutes," the redhead repeated in agreement, nodding a little. "I'll, uhm.. go get a drink. If you didn't break the machine," she suggested, smiling weakly. Leaning into the brief kiss, she smiled just a bit wider, before reluctantly pulling her hands away from Mackenzie's.