"He's not my boyfriend!" Jane huffed, cursing the light flush that rose to her face as she put her hands upon her hips. "But even if he was, that is far from the point! You have absolutely zero regard for personal space, or any social cues whatsoever. You moved Dirk and Dave to god only knows where without their consent or their say so! You broke into their apartment! You tore Dirk's shirt, and tried to lather him up with sunscreen without his consent! And you were TOO MUCH IN THIS FIGHT!" She exclaimed, screaming by the time she was done. "YOU ARE /ALWAYS/ TOO FUCKING MUCH. I KNOW YOUR TYPE. SOME SNOTTY RICH KID WHO THINKS BECAUSE THEY GOT EVERYTHING HANDED TO THEM ON A SILVER FUCKING PLATTER THEY'RE GOD'S GIFT TO THE UNIVERSE." She scowled, taking a minute to compose herself. She took a slow, deep breath. When she spoke again, her voice was calmer, but no less venomous. "I know, because I used to be just like you. But I grew the fuck up. We are adults, Feferi. You think you're cute. You think you're quirky. You think you are funny. But this is ludicrous. You don't get a free pass just because you weren't properly socialized, or whatever it is you are using as an excuse for this behavior. It's shitty. End of story."

Jane was already beginning to feel bad. Perhaps she had been a bit harsh. But no one had sugarcoated her wake-up call. Feferi needed to join the real world just as Jane had done.