Ned doesn't sound exactly... thrilled by the idea, but Ginsberg kind of understands it. Maybe. He can see why it might make Ned nervous, at the very least. It kind of makes him nervous, too, truth be told. He feels some bizarre need to reassure him, so he keeps talking, raising his voice just a little so that Ned can hear him as he's getting ready to leave.

"I mean, it's not anywhere really exciting. I don't really go anywhere exciting. It's just that I've heard about some places where nobody really cares if, you know, we're together. Peggy told me about a place..."

But maybe he shouldn't let on to the fact that he's been discussing this, however obliquely, with Peggy. It's not like he sits around discussing his relationship (can he call it that? Is it that? They haven't really talked about it, and he's not sure) with her, but, well, now that she knows, she can't help bringing things up occasionally. Things that aren't incredibly specific, that don't necessarily have to do with him, but that might prove useful. He appreciates it more than he could possibly explain, but he's not sure Ned would feel the same way.

"Anyway, she went to a place, I guess it's kind of half coffee shop, half bar, but pretty low key, and she saw some band perform there, or something, and she said there were guys there holding hands, and stuff, so..."

He realizes he's talking too much, and forcibly lets himself trail off into silence. Ned gets the point. He's not stupid.