You weren't here when we heard Glorfindel on the phone.
*completely misunderstands that, of course (and why wouldn't she? even given that strange "we" in the mix?)* *just shakes her head* *pointedly* I shouldn't be there. He's your husband. If you're second-guessing that, whatever, that's your call—but I still quit. *her lip curling slightly with anger, singular and shared* You don't get to sweet-talk your way out of that, I don't care how far off the deep end you are.
I'm so tired
*turns toward the door once more* *sounding fairly worn-out, herself* Then go home and go to bed. God knows, you'll be useless if you're going to be like this all day. *pauses in the doorway and half-turns back, though she doesn't look at you* And I'd rather not see you again, either. Just... just leave me alone.