"That's great!" Gatsby exclaimed in response to 'it's gone for good' statement, quietly as to not break the silence, sitting up a bit in his chair to lean more toward Jack, grinning. He had heard him mention the show as a date, and he hadn't corrected him. I mean, it was a date. And, Gatsby had to admit to himself, hopefully the first (second? first.) of several more.
And he was sitting there, holding the hand of this really cute boy, fast food containers and wrappers littering the art room table, and it was all so kitschy and quirky that he just had to grin brightly, all downer thoughts dissipating once more as they sat there, in a nice sort of silence again.