Was this real? Was Nick feeling this as well? Did he mean what he was singing? And even as Gatsby questioned the honesty of Nick's song, he realised that he wanted it to be real.
He could feel himself flinch slightly as Nick reached for his wrist, even though it was exactly what he needed. He was afraid of it- afraid of what his feelings meant.
"Dear Lord, when I get to heaven, please let me bring my man-"
He was referring to him as his man. Oh, no. No. He almost sobbed as Nick gripped at his shoulder, and he took another little step closer, his hand lifted to hold onto Nick's upper arm, balancing each other almost.
"When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in. Father tell me if you can-"