Kids

Well, here's the answer, folks. I yelled at him for over an hour non-stop, he took it rather well considering the situation. He didn't 100% understand my point but agreed not to send me anymore stuff like that; then he said he was hungry and wanted to make dinner and a cake with me.
Ah, friends. I feel like a kid whose buddy lives next door and you argue rabidly over something for an hour but later that day you get a knock on the door and it's "Do you want to play?"
Probably this will come back to haunt me in a later argument, also I'll have to bring it up in Confession for certain since I'm sure there were better avenues for tackling the situation; however, all's peaceful on the warfront for now and I'm grateful. :)