Gary grows steadily more disappointed as Nick goes on, his smile and posture visibly sagging until he's slumped and looking slightly perplexed. Somehow, the more gentle dismissals are always harder to take than the explosive ones. And it is definitely a dismissal, as far as Gary's concerned; the idea of starting a band sounds like an excellent idea, as it often is for kids his age, and the opportunity presented itself too directly for him to pass up.

But perhaps he's also gotten a little too ahead of himself. Gary shuffles his shoulders and latches onto the positives and ready opportunities for humor, like he normally does. "Hey, your loss," he huffs, folding his arms. "I don't know what they pay backup dancers like in the Capitol, but I bet I could get you a really sick deal for it. No? Maybe? Eh?"