Gatsby was smiling back. Just a little smile but it was enough to confirm to Nick- well, it was a confirmation of something that he had not even dared to hope. Or at least that Gatsby felt some deep affection for him. That if it was not the kind of love that Nick was so frightened he felt then it was something just as good.
"Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?" Nick continued, his voice a little softer still. His other hand hovered around Gatsby's hip, a tiny brush of his fingers the only indication he could give that he wanted to touch. And that was fine. He didn't think they needed any other gestures now.
"Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful?" The urge to sing died away and Nick was left listening to nothing but the hammering of his heart.