Jackson grabbed the sneakers and a pair of socks and sat down so he could pull them on. "I don't expect athletics as long as no one expects me to dance," he grinned. "I've gotten used to shooting hoops on my own the last few years, and Johnny's the only other one I know doing Tae Kwon Do, and that's because I've been teaching him. It helps me focus."
And God knew he needed focus today. Now that he was out of that fugue sort of place his forms sent him, thoughts crept back in around the edges. Bugging him. It'd be fine tomorrow, he knew it would be, but tonight it wasn't. And he didn't want to be a downer on the whole evening, so he roughly shoved those thoughts back into their little box where they belonged as he stood up, dressed and sneakered, and once he'd grabbed a hoodie, ready to go.
Wait, not quite. He grabbed the mouse again and turned off the music this time, letting the laptop go to sleep.
"Courtyard. So," he grinned at Gatsby, unable to help the curiosity. "Where are we going?"
If he were leading the way, this'd be the moment to take Gatsby's hand and pull him along, but since he didn't know where he was going, the handy easy excuse wasn't so readily available.