Tatum could imagine, although she quickly found that she would rather not; it showed in the way her face faltered, blanching a little as she shook her head. "Yeah, I guess so," she murmured finally, backing off a bit as Frankie straightened up. At least she was seeming a little better, which was a plus.

"Just don't stress about him," she said quietly, shifting a bit to get more comfortable, unfolding her legs from where they had been beneath her. "Unless you like.. want to or whatever, you know. I'm like, not your boss or something," she quickly added, looking to the brunette with a soft expression.