It's hard for him to think about anything else, on the way back to Ned's apartment, than the dead body. It's easy enough for him to set aside what he'd seen Ned do, what powers he now knows Ned has, in favor of obsessing about murder, violence, blood, everything he hates to think about but comes back to again and again. Without even meaning to, his mind always returns to those dark places, and now it has even more reason to.

When Ned goes to wash his hands, Ginsberg goes to take his coat and scarf off and hang them up methodically, as though the longer he takes and the more carefully he does it, the more everything will make sense. It doesn't seem to, but at least they're back at Ned's place, which is private, which is safe.

As soon as Ned comes out of the kitchen, he can't help himself: he's crossing the room to wrap his arms around Ned, pulling him close fiercely and affectionately, trying to give just as much comfort from the hug as he's trying to get from it. Maybe Ned doesn't want him to touch him right now, and he'll back away easily enough if the hug isn't readily accepted, but he feels like he needs physical contact right now, and with the blood rinsed away from Ned's hands, he has no qualms about initiating it.