"I don't know," Ned says, honestly. All that emotion, all that shock and terror, has left him feeling strangely jittery, but he doesn't know in which way to direct that energy. There's nothing to be frightened of, nothing to put all his energy into regretting or dreading. "I never really thought... I mean, I've imagined a lot of different scenarios where people found out. Where you found out, even. But I guess I only ever thought out the worst case scenario, so I'm a bit adrift."

He runs a hand up and down Ginsberg's back, feeling the way he's clinging, holding him tighter in response.

Clearing his throat Ned offers, tentatively, "Is there anything you need? I mean... none of this is new to me."