"Well. You are pretty cute." Ned might not have intended the statement as a commentary on Ginsberg's potential kitten-like qualities, but he's certainly not afraid to go there retroactively. Slowly, that knot in his chest is loosening, and he finds that he feels better than he has since he woke up this morning. Not yet good, exactly, but at least some portion of happiness has insinuated itself past his defenses to lie alongside the sadness.

"And-" he adds, as if sensing the other man's thoughts, "-you give great hugs. Which is saying something, because I'm not usually a fan." He rests his cheek on Ginsberg's shoulder, can't help but wonder how what he's learned about Ned tonight will color the way he sees him from now on. Even a remark as small as that one becomes weighted, he imagines, with a variety of meanings and possibilities. What he knows will confirm what he probably already picked up on; that Ned is unaccustomed to being hugged.