Ned stares around at the workspace with open curiosity. It looks pretty much how he'd expected it to: a brilliant collage of scraps and ideas, all jumbled and dauntingly, well, creative. He's glad that Peggy doesn't object, to see the relief that's on her face. Perhaps, he thinks, he'd been a bit too harsh in his opinions of Ginsberg's coworkers. Well, some of them.

"Nice to meet you, too," he says, with real feeling behind it, rather than just as a formality. What he really means is thank you for calling me. "Here, you guys-" he puts down the pie in the center of the table, as Ginsberg is gathering his things. There's still a kind of frantic urgency to his movements that worries Ned, but at least they're getting out of there. "-help yourselves."

That offering given, he follows Ginsberg as he rushes out. He'd give anything to be able to set his hand on the small of Ginsberg's back as they wait for the elevator, but he doesn't dare. So he murmurs, low enough that no one else will overhear, "You know, I just thought of another thing that helps when I'm feeling stressed? Digby." Ginsberg might not share Ned's love of dogs, but he hasn't seemed to mind Digby's company, in the time they've known one another, and he is very calming company. Ned's seen that with dozens of people. "I'm sure he'll be happy to see you-"

With that, the elevator has arrived, and Ned follows Ginsberg on, more than prepared to dedicate the rest of his day to making him feel better, feel - if not happy, at least normal for a little while.