"'s that such a bad thing?" Ned asks. Every muscle in his body feels warm and relaxed, and his thoughts are pleasantly blurred around the edges. Sure, it might be the middle of the afternoon, but why should that stop them? "...can take a nap and then do it again," he suggests, his inhibitions still delightfully absent.

He touches the tips of their noses together, a lazy, wide smile plastered all over his face, drapes himself around Ginsberg and lets out a contented sigh. He is, for that moment, deliriously, perfectly happy. He can't think of a single thing he could want that he doesn't have, right then.