For a moment, while Jack was a bit disfocused, so was Gatsby. Because he had not been expecting all the noise to come out into the hallway, nor was he expecting to be greeted with an only half-clothed, tousle-haired cute boy, either. Oh, and his roommate was out? Oh, really?
But no, that was not the point of this date! Gatsby actually liked this one, and wanted to get to know him more than just physically - the first one he had actually been personally attracted to since, well. Him. So he made his way in, greeting Jackson finally with a grin, and watched for a moment as the latter bustled around, looking for a clean shirt.
"Tae Kwon Do, yeah?" Gatsby grinned again, shaking his head and running a hand through his own hair. "Don't expect to do anything like that on any future dates, 'kay? My sense of athleticism is seriously nil." He decided to focus on small talk for a few seconds, as he tried to bite back a remark about Jackson putting on a shirt that Gatsby himself had owned. In eighth grade. When he was going through a phase that was full of ridiculously bad music and a sense of fake rebelliousness.
That was not good date conversation. How rude would that be?! So Gats was pretty thankful when Jackson finally asked another question. "Well, we're gonna need to go through the courtyard, but I think it'll definitely be a sneakers sort of thing."