It's so not what Ned had expected, that Ginsberg would be upset the one thing rather than the other. In his worldview, it doesn't make much sense. Murder is something that happens. Maybe not where people can see it, but it's always happening. It's accounted for in the accepted order. But the dead returning to life? People - or at least, person - having otherworldly abilities that can undermine a natural law so fundamental?

He's not complaining, though. Ned shoves his hands into his pockets, follows Ginsberg to the phone, standing close to him, watching him for any sign that he's going to cry or throw up or generally lose his composure. But he doesn't. Ginsberg offers to make the call, and Ned lets him. Probably a good idea. He doesn't sound like he's doing so great, which is more congruent with their story of stumbling across the body in the park. Then he hangs up and Ned suggests they go back to his place. For privacy. So that they can talk more, so that he can clean himself up, so that he can help Ginsberg make his way towards fine, again.

The trip seems to take ages, to Ned. So different from the happy blur of wandering together aimlessly, talking about spies and just relishing one another's company. He feels a strange pang of guilt, as if he's ruined this date. Of course, logically, the body would have been there whether or not they walked by it, and whether or not he was with Ginsberg. But at the same time, he seems to somehow attract these sorts of disasters, by a kind of magnetism. And what does he know? Maybe that's part of his powers. It's not the kind of thing he could test, so it's not something he can confirm for sure.

When they get back to his apartment, the very first thing Ned does is go into the kitchen to wash the blood off his hands. Very, very thoroughly.