When Ginsberg says he is cold, Ned murmurs, "C'mere," and pulls away momentarily, keeping one arm around Ginsberg's waist to steer him to the couch. He sits down and pulls the other man close to him, drapes him in the blanket that he keeps folded over the back. The source of that cold may not be entirely physical, but then the act of tucking Ginsberg up close to his side isn't only physical, either.

"It's about both of us," he says, settling on a middle ground. It seems accurate, as well. He's dealing with someone finding out for the first time, and Ginsberg's dealing with the whole magic powers are real thing, not to mention the shock from being exposed to that kind of violence.

"I'm just not sure... how to even talk about it," Ned admits. "I've never really spoken about it to anyone before, so even though it's this big part of my life..." He ends with a shrug. "I guess I should- I didn't explain it very well, earlier. I was kind of panicking." Understatement. "Do you... if you have questions? I could try to answer them."