Tatum gave no resistance when Frankie took her hand, smiling a little as she was tugged along to her room. When they opened the door, there was a momentary rush of coolness, Tatum's curtains on the window swaying a little with wind coming through. Her room was still a bit messy, but it looked as if she had tried to tidy it up somewhat for Frankie's visit.

At the very least, the blankets were yanked up and over the pillows in some semblance of a made bed. Keeping hold of Frankie's hand, Tatum moved over to shut up the window, before using their joined hands to pull the other girl closer. "What you wanna do?"