Gatsby smiled genuinely, as Jack candidly revealed a bit about his childhood. He was glad to be getting to know another boy before messing around with him... it was... nice. Different. He felt more uninhibited, and felt like he could trust this cute blond boy more than he could his usual types.
"Maybe." Gats shrugged, "I mean. President wasn't my first thought when it came to everyone being their own sort of hero." He took a sip from the large soft drink he had brought out with the food for he and Jack. "I don't think I'm much of a hero, though; more of an observer. A document-or." A beat. "And a person who makes up words, apparently..."