I figured that Bing explained his thought process about quitting med school well enough in episode 92, so this deals with the aftermath.
Bing couldn't say that he was happy on the day he left med school behind forever, but he felt – right. Like he'd been sleeping for months and was finally awake again.
He wasn't sure when he was going to start telling people. It was surprisingly easy to keep it a secret. He was keeping busy with volunteer work, so no one asked why he suddenly had a lot of time on his hands, and all his family and friends were pretty busy people themselves. When he came to visit at Pemberley Digital, Darcy didn't even suspect.
Of course, Darcy had a pretty big distraction at the time.
When Darcy told him that Lizzie was at his company, Bing could tell something was going on between them. But he also noticed the hint of apology in Darcy's voice. Neither one had mentioned the Bennet family in all the months since they left Netherfield. Some things didn't need to be spoken. Darcy must have noticed Bing hadn't been his usual cheerful self; he had to know that losing Jane had hit Bing harder than all the other broken relationships Darcy had helped him through.
And for the first time, Bing didn't ask Darcy's advice about it – whether he should pop in and say hi to Lizzie, whether it would be too awkward after everything that happened with her sister. And Darcy didn't offer any. Bing had to make up his own mind. He was starting to get used to it, and it was kind of a good feeling.
But maybe he'd wait a bit before telling Darcy about med school. He wasn't quite ready for that yet.
Wandering the hallways of Pemberley, Bing debated with himself about whether to drop in on Lizzie or not. He knew that seeing her would stir up memories of Jane. He didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. He also didn't know what Lizzie thought of him; how much she knew of Jane's behavior and how much she blamed Bing for it.
Truth was, after all these months he was starting to think a lot of the blame was on him after all. He'd never gotten the courage to have a serious talk with Jane about what their relationship was and where it was headed. It was so much more fun to talk about everything else, to enjoy her smiles and the melodic sound of her voice. If he'd never asserted himself and said he wanted to be exclusive, how could he assume she felt the same?
His thoughts were starting to go into bewildering circles. He'd never arrive at a decision this way. Never mind all his messed-up stuff with Jane. He liked Lizzie for her own sake, and it would be downright rude to ignore her while she was here.
As rude as ignoring all those texts that Jane sent him after he left for LA? It had seemed better not to reply, rather than answering her with demands about what had happened at his party, but maybe there had been a third option he hadn't thought of. He frowned, lost in regrets again, but forced a smile back on his face just before coming to Lizzie's office.
She was clearly stunned to see him here, and not the happy kind of stunned. What exactly did she think had happened between him and Jane? He couldn't ask directly; that would lead to a confrontation. He hated the thought of confronting Lizzie almost as much as the thought of confronting Jane.
Maybe he was just being a coward. That was probably what Caroline would say. Or maybe not. She hadn't said a word of criticism when he fled Netherfield, tail between his legs, too scared to face the matter at hand. He couldn't guess why. Maybe it was time to just stop wondering what other people thought – even his own sister – and move on with his own choices. Wasn't that why he'd quit med school?
So the next time he was alone with Lizzie, he took a deep breath and plunged in. No more avoiding the truth, no matter how unpleasant. He asked about Jane.
Lizzie was evasive, but at least she didn't start yelling at him. Jane wasn't seeing anyone; that much slipped out in spite of Lizzie's caution. He didn't know what to think of that. How did you even define seeing someone? He'd done a lousy job of defining their relationship to begin with. One way or another, that bridge had been burned. Not really any way to rebuild it that he could see. But at least he was facing that reality head on now. He asked Lizzie to pass a simple message onto Jane. Her response surprised him.
"If you have something to say to Jane, call her."
Tell her himself? It was too late for that now. Whatever had happened at his party and during the aftermath, Jane couldn't possibly want anything to do with him. Or was this just some new brand of cowardice? He looked up moodily, and his eyes fell on the ever-present camera.
There was something else he had been hiding from. Avoiding any thoughts that probed too deeply in that direction, because there couldn't be anything pleasant there. He knew it without knowing it. So it was hardly a question when he said, "Are these all really letters to Charlotte?"
And Lizzie didn't have to answer. Her silence said enough.