Okay. Just stop. Who said you're waiting? I told you I wanted to think about things and I would get back to you. Is that what is so cumbersome to wait for? If so, sorry. And sorry that apparently you need the promise of something for your patience to be worthwhile.
[A pause.]
I'm not confused. I'm annoyed. I'm annoyed that you would send me this. Say whatever you want about buying your friends things, you already told me the stipulations of you buying me dinosaur bones. Like, I get it. I get that when you like someone - in whatever way - romantically, sexually, or as a friend - that you want them to like you back, that you want them to know you're thinking of them. And that's a nice idea. But when I ask for space and time, sending me a gift is not respecting my wish. Doesn't that make sense?
[Not waiting for an answer to his truthfully rhetoric question, Lin plows on.]
Honestly, I get that you think I'm blowing this out of proportion. Maybe I would think the same if I were you. I don't know. I'll never be you. But, I'm trying to tell you how I feel and why I can't take this gift, and you keep pushing it on me and breaking down the boundaries I'm asking you to respect. I need you to see why that's a problem. And if you can't, then I can't talk to you.