[ He feels her hand curl around his, and he notices how she's pausing. Not moving. She's just standing there, and suddenly, fear sets in. He knows he's always doing and saying the wrong thing; he knows how he reacts upsets her, and he hates it. He hates it more than anyhting. ]

Jesse, stop. None of this is your fault. It's mine, because- No, I don't have an excuse. It's just my fault, all of it is. I'm not trying hard enough, and I know I'm not.

[ He feels some crazy, wild, desperate desire to make himself be all right because she needs him to be. ]

We'll get coffee... what do they call it? A latte. Espresso. Something. [ The words feel foreign as he says them, but he can't let himself think about that. ] Coffee shops have flavors, right? I'll try one of those and then I'll remember what I liked before.

[ He squeezes her hand as his desperation rises. ]

You are doing enough, and now it's time that I do enough for you in return. I'll be better; I'll work harder, and we'll be how we're supposed to be.

[ He lifts his other hand to wrap it around hers as he tries to meet her eyes. ]

I loved Alice, but I love you, Jesse. You're who I need. Who I want to be with. You believe me, don't you?

[ I need her to believe me, that I'm not just stringing her along. I'm not, I want to be with her. I want us to be how we were in the loops. What if she doesn't believe me? ]