[He just stares wordlessly in disbelief for a few moments. Are you kidding him right now?]

You're writing a song. About Peko. And you decided to come over here. To her apartment. Without even checking to see if she's here or not. And sing it before you'd even finished it.

[Each statement is punctuated sharply. Like maybe he's hoping one of them will make Jaune realize where he went wrong in all this before he has to spell it out completely.]

Do you have any fucking brains at all?