"I'll come with you," Ned says without hesitation, getting to his feet too and picking up the discarded box of pie. As he, too, is blinking against the bright light of the hall, he suggests, "Maybe I can leave this as a peace offering for your coworkers..."

One of whom, Ned spots, is at hand. If he didn't know better he'd call it, well, lurking. He didn't have his ear pressed to the door or anything, but it's clear he's been lingering, checking in, probably drawing his own conclusions. Ned's not sure why, but he finds that warm smile a little too warm. Maybe he's just being paranoid, feeling overprotective after the very intimate conversation he'd just had with Ginsberg, but he feels a strange twinge of dislike towards the man.