I watch Beca clutching Chloe's hand, tears streaming down her face, and use the time to study Jesse's face, the new bags under his eyes, the way he keeps tapping before running his hands through his hair. I look back at Beca, who has gotten her tears under check and is mumbling something to Chloe. "Beca." Jesse says unexpectedly, his voice soft and worried, "You haven't eaten at all today, have you?"

She shrugs. "I dunno." She responds vaguely, not even looking at him.

I look at him, only to see him narrow his eyes in frustration as he says "Beca, we've been here for four hours, and you told me before Aubrey called that you hadn't eaten yet."

She finally meets his eyes, her shoulders slumping slightly. "So?" She questions softly, her eyes searching his, filling with tears again. "What does it matter without Chloe?"

It shocks me, the emotion she's showing, but the look on Jesse's face implies that they've had this conversation before. "Beca," He says, slightly angry, "Remember what I told you last time you said that?"

She shakes her head stubbornly. "So what?"

"So, you need to pull your head out of your ass." He growls. "I know you remember when I had to pull you out of your drunken stupor the day Chloe left and took your heart with her. I won't do it again."

I look between them before blurting out "What happened last time?"

Before Beca can respond, Jesse turns to me and says "When Chloe left… Beca was a wreck. And by that, I mean sobbing on her bed with a bottle of Jack Daniel's and mixing all day. It was… painful to see. She was destroying herself, and I had to pull her out of it."

Beca lets out a grunt of displeasure but goes back to murmuring unintelligibly to Chloe. Suddenly her head snaps up and her eyes lock onto mine. "The first time Chloe looked at me, her eyes were insanely bright and she beamed at me." She says, a seemingly random fact. But in the short time I've known her, I've learned that nothing she says or does is unimportant. So I give her all of my attention. Her eyes are impossibly bright, yet happy at the same time. "And I remember asking myself 'Why in the world would someone like her spare someone like me even a minimal glance?'." She lets out a sigh and shakes her head, her eyes somehow still locked onto mine. "I gave her everything I had to give." She whimpers. I'm not as shocked to see tears gather in her eyes, this time. "And I just… I never understood what I did wrong." She admits, and her eyes search mine, and I know she wants answers. "I still don't." She breaks eye contact with me. "But I want to understand."

I shake my head softly, although she can't see me. "Beca… I can't tell you that. Only Chloe can tell you her exact reasoning for breaking up with you." I say, trying to make the blow as soft as it can be, but Beca still flinches.

"Yeah." She breathes, her bangs fluttering. "That's what I thought." She stands up suddenly, walking towards the door. "I'm gonna go to the cafeteria and get some food from a vending machine. Do either of you want anything?"

I shake my head, but Jesse says "I'll have as much as you can get me with this, including at least two drinks." He pulls out twenty bucks and Beca rolls her eyes, grabbing it from him.

She mock salutes him. "Whatever you say, boss." She jokes, and then she's gone.

She hasn't been gone for twenty seconds when Jesse turns to me, his eyes locking on mine, filled with anger and pain and confusion. "Aubrey," He says nervously, fidgeting with his hands like he does when he's worried. "You can't explain to Beca why Chloe broke it off with her, but you can explain to me why you broke my heart and never talked to me again." I flinch, and look up. I had dropped my eyes when he said my name, and as I meet them again I expect accusation and anger, but his eyes express anything but. They are affectionate, and longing, and hurt.

I fidget for a couple of minutes before whispering "I can't."

His eyes lock back onto mine. "Yes, you can." He informs me, crossing his arms and sinking farther into his chair.

I shake my head at him, tugging at the ends of my hair. "No, Jesse, I can't." I shoot back. "Because I don't know." I stand up, but he stands with me, already shaking his head.

"No." He growls, and that's when I see the anger. Good job, Jess. Let it all out. "You do know." He states, no hesitation in his voice. "You have to know, because I know you, and Aubrey Posen doesn't make any decisions without debating the pros and cons and deciding what's in her best interest." He's close, too close, making me feel things that I only feel with him, a mixture of desire and pain and longing that is mirrored in his eyes. "So just tell me, Aubrey, why was it in your best interest to end us? Was I that bad as a boyfriend?" And the sadness and self-hatred I see in his eyes breaks my heart. And that's when I snap.

"I CAN'T, Jesse!" I yell. "I can't because I thought I knew, but now I'm not so sure, and I hate you for making me feel like this." I hiss.

I watch his eyes widen in pain, watch as he takes a step back, watch as he holds his hands up in surrender. "Wow, sorry." He says, his eyes hurt and sad and angry, filled with tears. "Sorry I'm such a horrible person."

He flops down in his chair. "Jesse, I didn't-." I try, but he cuts me off.

"Don't." He says, and his eyes are red and I can tell that he's trying his damn hardest not to break down, and before I can say anything else, Beca walks in, balancing way too much food.

She hands Jesse his, and then sits down. She starts munching on her food before she notices Jesse. "Woah, Jess, what's wrong?"

He shakes his head, and I sit down. He grabs some of his food and one of the two sodas Beca grabbed for him and hands it to me. "Jesse, I can't-."

"Take it." He says softly, cutting me off. "You have to eat."

"Then I can pay for it, Jesse, I can't let you-." I start, but he cuts me off again.

"Yes, you can." He says, softly but firmly, his eyes pleading with me as he pushes it more firmly into my hands. "And you will."

Sighing, I pull open a bag of chips and hesitantly put it into my mouth. I reach over and take the soda out of his grip, popping it open. "Thank you." I say softly, and it's an apology at the same time, one I hope he'll accept.

That hope is crushed, however, when he just nods, his eyes brewing with anger as he says nothing. And that's when my heart breaks.