"So, sorry, he just-" Ned is still reeling from the news, coming to terms with it, and he's too full of questions to comfort Ginsberg, even though his distress is practically palpable. "He told you that he found the card? What exactly did you say to him? You didn't... you couldn't say it was a joke or, or you were making it for someone else?" He runs through a catalogue of lies, of feints. It shouldn't have been too hard. There's any number of reasons why Ginsberg might have drafted that card, without admitting the truth.