*gets the door open* *coldly* No, thank you, I can handle it. *snatches her bags from you and steps inside, nudging the door with her foot to close it behind her*
*over the sounds of drawers opening and closing* I was thinking more along the lines of "irreconcilable differences".
*walks to the doorway and stands with her hands on her hips* But if you're really insistent about "'til death do us part" I can probably arrange something.
*pointedly looks away from you* You honestly expect me to believe that? After what you did to me, or to my father? After what you did to my—to Celebrimbor?
*gapes at you in disbelief* You tried to take over Nargothrond! You never cared a whit for your own son or me. I was just a stupid, scared little girl who—
*realizes she's still holding your hand and lets go quickly*
It doesn't change anything. It doesn't change anything because I can never believe a word you say. *looks down at her hands* It doesn't matter. I don't need your permission to leave you.
*stands and walks over to the front door and opens it*
*can't keep the regret out of her voice* You'll be waiting a long time then. Personally? I want to be able to look my son in the eye someday. I can't do that with you in the picture.
*is forcibly reminded of about ninety-five or so of the hundred reasons she shouldn't be doing this*
*reluctantly climbs out of your lap but not before giving you another heated kiss* Fine. If you won't go, then I will. *grabs her keys from the coffee table*