[Jack listened to her story of devastating Gatsby. That would certainly scare the flappers into submission, those that were sober enough to notice. He wondered if Nick was around, and if he was, whether he wrote it down in his self-important chronicle.
When she said the manor was the place to learn something about control, he nodded. That was what he'd been told, too. He hadn't sought out control, not yet, had focused on trying to teach it to himself. Down the line, it might not be a bad idea. Right now, it was difficult enough just to get through a day in a normal way.] There are good people here. [He hadn't spoken to them much, for reasons from the obvious to the more subtle. For right now, it was easier to spend most of his time on his own.
For that same reason, he kept a strong check on the way he'd found himself noticing women, lately. It wasn't easy. He didn't feel dead anymore, sure, but that came with its disadvantages. Evie smelled like rain and honey, and he had noticed. But he still remembered what was right, and what wasn't.]