Their friendship remains brittle and convenient, then. Gatsby does wonder for the briefest of moments what Jordan must have thought of him after the incident, but the thought is fleeting and escapes as quickly as a coin spent poorly. It's no matter what she thinks of him so long as Daisy knows he did it for her, he did it all for her, and he'll still do everything in his power for...

Her. It seems routine, but new, because murder is a new chapter in the book and Gatsby is hardly sure what this means for him. He follows Jordan steadily, not quite matching her pace (content to amble despite the chill in his toes) and surveying the property as they enter it. "Trading palaces, I suppose," he murmurs, hand gripping for a cane that isn't there.