Ned hears that click and lets out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Tucking the pie box under one arm, he opens the door and slips in quickly. It would never have occurred to him to try to talk Ginsberg into coming out, just like it doesn't occur to him to leave the door unlocked. Once he's inside he closes it again, locks the door behind him. No chance of intrusion, no change to the situation - except that Ned is here, now.

The supply closet appears pitch black to him after the bright lights of the office, and Ned blinks against the complete darkness, standing utterly still for the moment. He doesn't like being in unfamiliar spaces where he can't see what's around him, what he might run into. So he doesn't make any kind of move, waiting for his wide-open eyes to adjust.

"Thanks," he says, and means it. Letting him in was a measure of trust. He doesn't want to rush Ginsberg into talking, so he doesn't start off with questions. "I hope you're not mad I came. It seemed like the best thing to do. Because I want to help, if I can." A pause, there. He can hear Ginsberg breathing (altogether too fast) and the outlines of things are beginning to stand out from the blackness. "Even if it's just by bringing pie."