Rinse and re-fucking-peat.

I care about Torian. You saying "But you shouldn't be upset because all I was doing was fucking with Torian" is NOT a good arguement because a) fucking with someone I care about without giving me warning and, y'know, asking permission possibly isn't a good thing to begin with. b) I wasn't upset because you were fucking with Torian, that was a side issue, you aren't even letting me TELL you the rest of what I'd been trying to say, just latching onto this. c) You keep insisting that how I feel about Torian is meaningless; when I try to compare that affection to how you feel about your brother, that sense of protectiveness and responsibility and love, you tell me that's not possible. d) instead of trying to talk about this, to figure out where we're miscommunicating, because clearly we are, you keep telling me I'm stupid and stating your first incorrect, irrelevant, unexplained point AGAIN.

So I hang up the fucking phone, telling you that when you're ready to have a calm and rational conversation we'll talk. You call back repeatedly demanding your sweatshirt back and threatening to kill me and everyone around me if I don't give you your sweatshirt. When you call someone making death threats about a piece of clothing, "calm" and "rational" are NOT the appropriate words to describe the conversation you seem to be trying to have.

Then saying that you will keep calling back all day and all night until I capitulate and send you your sweatshirt, ignoring the far more logical plan of actually having a conversation? Yeah. Still not intelligent, actually, or in any way going to help us talk.

I'll be here when you pull your head out of your ass.