Ned laughs under his breath. It's not a laugh that's directed at Ginsberg, but rather one of wonder. "It doesn't sound stupid," he says in a very soft voice, full of warmth and affection.
He lets that moment linger for a few minutes, holding Ginsberg tight to his side, allowing the various events of the afternoon sink in. Ned needs that time, to process, to start examining how he's feeling about the whole thing, what he wants to say to the man.
"You're a very special person. You know that, right?" He isn't sure Ginsberg does. Oh, he probably thinks of himself as different, but not necessarily in a good way. Ned wants to explain to him why it is definitely a good thing in his eyes, "If ...that had happened with just about anyone else, this would have probably gone very differently." And from the way he says that, a rather dire way, it would have gone much worse.
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He lets that moment linger for a few minutes, holding Ginsberg tight to his side, allowing the various events of the afternoon sink in. Ned needs that time, to process, to start examining how he's feeling about the whole thing, what he wants to say to the man.
"You're a very special person. You know that, right?" He isn't sure Ginsberg does. Oh, he probably thinks of himself as different, but not necessarily in a good way. Ned wants to explain to him why it is definitely a good thing in his eyes, "If ...that had happened with just about anyone else, this would have probably gone very differently." And from the way he says that, a rather dire way, it would have gone much worse.