"Maybe you wouldn't have to fuckin' scream at people if you would just talk to them before it got that bad!" he shouted, and then he was on his feet, because god fucking damn it, he couldn't just sit still when he was this on edge. He'd thought they had both calmed down, but apparently not, and apparently they were both too goddamn angry to get it settled right now. He himself wasn't in the right frame of mind anymore to try and fix it, not when he felt like he was being blamed for Jane's problems.

"But instead you bottle it up and then take it out on the people who're supposed to be your friends!" He turned away, stalking over to his bed, kicking aside stray robot parts. He caught sight of Anna in the corner and he had the sudden urge to chuck her out of a window, but he resisted that particular urge, because he knew it would be really fucking childish of him. "Which you just fucking admitted to, and then did for a second god damn time, and now you're throwing a pity party. You want me to agree that you're an awful friend, don't you?"

Well he wasn't. For so many reasons. And before he could stop himself, he said the biggest reason that was currently in his mind.

"But I'm not, because I don't even fuckin' know if I can call you a friend anymore."

His voice came out quiet, a slight quiver, and it sounded sad at that. Sad, angry, hurt. Dirk didn't want it to come to that, but what the fuck was it supposed to come to if she was going to keep acting like she was? Blaming him, yelling at him for stuff he wasn't responsible for- if she was yelling at him for the things he was responsible for, it would be one thing. But she was yelling at him for things that Jake had done. Things he had been oblivious to. It just wasn't fucking fair.

He hated it so fucking much.